The Heart and the Rose

rose

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

 

and 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 rose and the heart

 

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About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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