The beauty of a Rose, its pure innocence, <br />The glee it brings when it’s greatness is gifted. <br />The heart of the beholder filled with wonder, <br />The senses are taken and one by one are lifted. <br /> <br />The eyes compare this single and individual flower, <br />To other types, different kinds and breeds. <br />By far it exceeds its expectations, its presence causes delight, <br />By comparison other flowers are weeds. <br /> <br />The nostrils take in this pleasing aroma, <br />The smell of perfection oozes even from its very name. <br />The inhaled pollen gently nests inside the smeller; <br />The Rose and the lover become indistinguishably the same. <br /> <br />But alas, perfection, beauty, love, all only mask what is hidden below, A secret that must remain. <br />The reality of the Rose shows a sorrowful being, <br />Saddened by its curse, the potential to cause great pain. <br /> <br />The happiness and the joy, the eternal unquestioning love, <br />The Rose can turn all this to scorn. <br />The beautiful creation, the sad and scared soul, <br />Only too aware of the truth; Every Rose has a Thorn.<br /><br />Daniel P Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-rose-has-a-thorn/
