Love, <br />I know you well. <br />You blossom like the rose between the thorns. <br />The people don’t know, <br />They don't live like me. <br />They complain because the roses have thorns.<br /><br />Constantinos Grigoriadis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-between-the-thorns/
