4 June 2012
The Thorn of a Rose!
You are my rose of glory your beauty out there for them all to see its the thorns that got me, prickly and uneasy I love thee poisoned prickles that touch me the prickly thorns of a broken heart and all the real beauty held within
Pricky rose I love thee I love the fact that your beauty is not skin deep I see beyond petals and your green leaves someone who is vulnerable and weathered with pain who has grown thorns to warn potential love away and one who always seeks rain
I see how your thorns are part of your insides Manifesting itself in your outside shell I love you rose that wilters and sometimes blooms I love you in sunshine with sweet perfume but though your leaves fall and your petals turn coarse I will be yours with winter frost and just as fall will blow you away my rose will be ever more everyday
My rose, my love is true I see you to breathe you to touch to smell your essence
I would walk naked in your garden of thorns to just get to you The scars of your heart cut me open with endless wounds the feelings I hold inside is far greater than the bleeding wounds for all to see For a thorn can be removed from skin but these feelings they are buried deep deep within
My Rose forever more We are the same do see You are the rose and I like a knife will cut through that pain and leave only a rose in all its glory
Poem Love • Opuss № I