After seeing the joy that love can bring <br />And the hearts it leaves worn and torn <br />I may not know why the caged birds sing <br />But I know why every rose bears a thorn <br /> <br />I know of the every hurt that love caries with it <br />I felt every arrow cupid strung into his bow <br />A curse is what I think it brings within it <br />A curse that its depths we will never know <br /> <br />I have fallen in and out this blessing in disguise <br />Time and time again <br />And the main thing I despise <br />Is the security that is never within <br /> <br />I guess I will always be a victim of this curse <br />But then again it could be worse<br /><br />Tyrone Wingfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thorns-2/
