I seized the rose
And kissed her close
On her petal lips
For sweet bliss.
I was oblivious
Of the thorn
That gave me a prick
And bled me sick.
Amazing flow, rhythm and rhyme, and a direct analogy to how Love affects our emotional state: from bliss to disappointment. A lovely write.
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Fantastic, an old metaphor put in a splendid new dress. I like it. 10+