Thorns and Roses

We’ve heard it in song and verse
Every rose has its thorns
I’ve discovered the truth has been with me for some time
For she has always been the rose that colors my life
And I the thorn with barbs that draw blood
I see the blush upon her that quickens my heart
The warmth that glows from her love
Amidst the droplets that stain where I have passed
Given to passions I find hard to control
My embrace seems to bring unintentional pain
She thinks I hide some secret from her eyes
True, but it’s not a thing I wish her to share
For my thorns have a desire to be quenched
And never can I show her the truth blotted in red
Tender are the peddles that brush my cheek
Warm as the heart given without asking
As protective vines wrap and gently hold
The rose I love so