Kissed By A Rose Poem by Andre Brown

How can you hate the thorns when it guards the rose you love,
How do you curse the pain when it blooms from something so unbearably beautiful,
Should the rose apologize for its thorns,
Or should you blame yourself for reaching for it,
If the price of the bliss of its fragrance is the prick its thorns,
Then for one kiss may I endure the pain of love,
For it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.