Does A Rose Not Have Thorns…? - Poem by Mark Heathcote
If you cut me am I not like a tree
Does sap, not ooze fresh blood and turn amber.
Does my heart not crack like stone, wintrier?
Doesn’t my shorten lifeline its palms camber?
If it does, let me tell you my road
Was better for having, shared it with you.
For every large bump and jolt, my heart rode
Is better for having, journeyed, it with you
So there are times, took swipes at each other.
Swing your best shots, imbedding deep the axe?
Thereafter took care of one another
Freeing each other from the others racks.
Love can torture, does a rose not have thorns…?
But gives me both, my hearts bleeding implores.
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