A Thorned Rose

What is love, the people ask

Is it a caring flame,
A blaze so bright, so great yet tame
Strengthened with the wood of the dame?

Or the wood of the lame?

Is love a helpless fate,
An illness brought to incinerate
A disease to beguile, to berate

What is love, the people ask

Is it a light feather, floating in the wind,
Sinking deep into your heart's wonder,
To expose your soul

Or to depose it?

To enter the soul, to breach it
To deceive your mind, to eat you up
To become the cattle, made to slaughter

What is love, the people ask

Is love the precious seed,
To deepen and fill in the shallow hole
To enrich and grow and make life whole

What is love really?

Is it a beautiful scarlet rose?
Whose thorns pain more than falls
Does love matter at all?

What is love, the people ask

To make hope last?
To breach the past?
To make the time feel so fast?

What is love, the people ask

It's a two-edged sword,
A painful mask

Reviews

[lua]

this creates such depth of imagery, it's a really beautiful depiction of love - something beautiful yet simultaneously painful