The rose never knew the pain
The thorn was undergoing.
The thorn knew it had to suffer
If it to keep the rose safe.
The rose dazzled in the sun
The dew on petals was equally tantalizing.
The thorn was so proud of itself
That it was guarding such a beautiful creation.
Both did experience very bad times
Few plucking hands, few eating mouths,
But both survived all the trials
And they were standing out among the lot.
Pain the thorn was going thru’
How hurting it is when others are hurt
And the hurt is because of oneself
But it couldn’t be help too.
But the dusk was not pleasant as the dawn
Both felt the journey being together is gonna end.
The evening took its toll on the pair
The gardener pruned the branch off.
The rose felt everything ended,
The thorn felt it hadn’t fulfilled its purpose.
But then the evening looked most glamorous
Both were neatly snuggled in a bride's bouquet.
