The rose and the briar; <br />such beauty so troubled. <br />Sharp thorns of deception, <br />the red rose of temptation... <br />the single touch of another's hand <br />becomes the jealous prick <br />of the briar so grand. <br /> <br />So the rose does tire, <br />of the envious briar, <br />it's beauty going to waste. <br />But little does she, the rose, <br />know the briar's trouble - <br />the jealousy, the pain, and the love. <br />But the briar feels it's just not good enough. <br /> <br />And so the blood of man adorns the thorn, <br />mimicking the red of the rose. <br />A disguise for the briar, who wants too, <br />the attention of the more than few <br />who fawn upon his lovely rose. <br />His glory, his pain, his princess.<br /><br />Cat Ducat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-and-the-briar/
