The Heart and the Rose
The queen of flowers has sharp thorns …
Though lovely in its beauty,
the queen of flowers,
has sharp thorns,
that will prick you –
if you touch it wrong.
Though love isn’t a rose,
when love grows cold,
it can prick the vulnerable heart
and make it bleed just like a rose would.
The heart now wounded and crushed,
like rose petals beneath uncaring feet.
Lying mortally wounded,
in the long, dark night,
the bleeding heart cries,
waiting for a warm embrace,
the answer of a passionate kiss,
alone and frightened,
beat by beat –
waiting for the morning light.
Like the rose that has been tossed aside,
wilting bit by bit,
the heart rallies on,
battered and bruised,
waiting to heal –
hoping once again to feel.
The rose bush will bring forth,
new blooms each season,
but a betrayed heart,
finds it hard to love again.
Yet like the rose,
it lives anew,
it exists, it is,
for if it wasn’t –
then it would die.
Like the rose,
that wafts perfume in the air,
is admired for its beauty,
thorns hidden away,
but be careful to reach out and touch.
So a heart now so vulnerable,
will reach out for a loving touch
it will love and it will blossom,
but deep inside lie the memories
and if betrayed once more,
like the rose, it will sting –
beware the heart and the rose.
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Nice theme Rasma, duality is a reoccurring theme in life. Well penned and expressed. Take care dear poet.
Thank you, Tony.
Nicely penned and a great metaphor. Well done, Rasma.
Thank you, Phyllis
Nice metaphor Rasma. Well done.