A Rose Without Thorns
Prickly, thorny around it’s edges
It’s shade of red might tempt you
But proceed hither cautiously
As red draws red from you
Do not hasten my friend
As there are tiny prickles
To sting you with the sharp pain
That the broken hearted knows of
With the crimson radiance
In the full blossom of age
It draws your wandering sight
Spreading the fragrance in the air
But the fool as you are
Unheeding, blind and stupid
You run to pick up a rose
As the only thing in the world
It’s beauty as I said you
Is just a blind and deceit
You come with your heart scarred
All bloody drenched full in tears
But didn’t I tell you before?
You didn’t listen to me
Listen, I will tell you again
There’s no rose without thorns
Thoughts and Reminiscence 