Your beauty is as vibrant as a red rose
I want to nurture and garden your spirit
But when nurtured, then come thorned droves
And if i stop will you also forfeit?
What would i be without your thorn
Without my blood trickling down
Will you become a harmless bud reborn
One with no fragrance or crown
Can i not smell the sweet ambrosia
If it were not for the tease to gain
Can i not have the euphoria
If it were not for the pain
Challenge is nothing but a thorn
only then a rose becomes adorned