Thorns Poem by Tyrone Wingfield

After seeing the joy that love can bring
And the hearts it leaves worn and torn
I may not know why the caged birds sing
But I know why every rose bears a thorn

I know of the every hurt that love caries with it
I felt every arrow cupid strung into his bow
A curse is what I think it brings within it
A curse that its depths we will never know

I have fallen in and out this blessing in disguise
Time and time again
And the main thing I despise
Is the security that is never within

I guess I will always be a victim of this curse
But then again it could be worse