There is no rose without a piercing thorn,
And shadow closely cleaves to radiant light;
And though for life and love we have been born,
Our life's a struggle, love our painful plight.
But you are light alone and my life's breath,
And for you daily my love tender grows;
A thousand thorns I'll challenge unto death
For you who've pierced my heart, my heavenly Rose.
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