A Rosebush, Thorny Yet Fragrant Poem by Doris Cornago

A Rosebush, Thorny Yet Fragrant

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'You are the most supportive and sweetest person in the world.
I have no idea why I have you with me, but to deserve you
Is a blessing. A blessing that leads to another blessing
And so on - because you pray and 'buy' us more
Blessings for a better life; however hard life
Gets, whatever I give or don't give you,
You still give me consistently, like
The sun that never stops giving
Light, life and love to all.'
And so I will even
Though hope
Strength
And
Vision
Flicker, your
Words majestic
Like the sun marking
The spot where love rose
And became a rosebush, thorny
Yet fragrant, inviting admiration but
Not all fun, traction lost when we let loose
Friction causes splits, near separation, alone
Days are long, couldn't carry on, where was I wrong
Recriminations, in desperation and desolation wounds
Love is never a game, not a competition of who's stronger
Love is not limited by time nor space, nor color of skin, nor politics
Love is the sea flowing into the ocean, when it gives it becomes more
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A Rosebush, Thorny Yet Fragrant
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dedication,love and friendship,patience,rose
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Love has many definitions but the one that applies for all is the patience and dedication the lovers pour into the relationship. If you are not defining love within those boundaries, then it's not what you expect love to be and you're in for a rough time. Remember the fragrance comes with thorns. Handle with extreme care.: -)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Doris Cornago 26 September 2017

This is a conversation between lovers, do you see it? Look closer and detect the male versus the female voice.

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Doris Cornago 26 September 2017

Shakespeare in Romeo and Juliet describes love succinctly when he says love is like the sea, unlimited, deep and turbulent. Yet as things are now, I will compare love to a rosebush that blooms for me, roses pristine white, unsullied by pride, its motivation is just to be pleasant. It does not mean to have thorns but they are there for its own protection.

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