O Rose

Thorn less Rose is never born All roses no thorns, Impossible there can never be a rose without thorns else the life would be mundane and forlorn we must have a thorn to guide and prick the rose its fragrance else all will flick just rethink how mundane life would be if there was no sorrow nor grief then with what will you compare Sole happiness just tell me there must be darkness and light then only can one assess human plight and fright... why is the sun present the whole day and darkness at night it does spray but to create a beauty of darkness too a moon comes out to woo it also has black spots with a lovely woman compare don't we all do you too All life is an admixture pure who would a man lure if there were no woman ere before Love is all rose with thorns as guardian must be born