Can a rose still be beautiful without its thorns?
Can a rose still be taken even when it's black?
Can a stumped rose still be seen
beautifully?
Love is as beautiful as a rose but hurts like it,
Grows on a perfect bed but can grow thorns,
Glows like blood that bleeds from a fingertip,
As it always hurts whosoever confines it.
We love without seeing the thorns by the sides,
Not knowing of a day it dies like the red rose,
Which last but for only a time it matters to you,
And fades its flower's when its season ends.
