Does A Rose Not Have Thorns…?

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 If it does, let me tell you my road It 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, embedding deep the axe? Thereafter-took care of one another Freeing-each-other from the other racks. Love can torture; does a rose not have thorns But gives me both, my heart's bleeding implores.