Mystic, very beautiful poetry with the metaphor of a rose. I have never had anything in my life that was dear to me, that i truly enjoyed, that didn't have a thorn or two to prick me. We all take a chance when in a relationship that we may be pricked from time to time. It's that prick that tells us we feel. When a relationship that we have enjoyed immensly comes to an end, that thorn embedds itself so deep we wish it to heal, and it doesn't heal soon enough. We just have to remember that another roe shall come our way someday and when it does we need to get the first aid ready, yet again..

william