The Rose

In matters of the heart, God knows,

I have no business addressing,

But holding here this lovely rose,

There’s no better metaphor I’m guessing.

Of course who amongst would not reach

And grasp such beauty to hold,

But lessons learned the rose will teach;

There are thorns when hands are quick to fold.

But learn we must the hard way,

For such is the beauty sought,

The rose and love I have to say,

The pain of both, I’ve been caught.

But alas such beauty here to hold

Keeps me coming back for more,

And while to grasp I am sold,

I’m much more cautious than before.