What is a rose rid of thorns
But a beauty bared and naked
Of what keeps it bravest,
Safest and sacred?
Give me the prick of suffering, then,
And not a heart to harden,
But a pulse for even
The softest sensation—
That I might stand amidst the garden.
For I’d not to be near-missed,
Nor less the tear-kissed,
By love’s fullest blossom tender;
As, thusly watered, it springs
From whole surrender
Unto so sweetly thistled
A sanctification.
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A bit ‘Shakespearean! Nicely done!
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Thank you, honestly. Shakespeare had a special way of building emotional houses and furnishing them with finely carved words, such that we could inhabit them. A fantastic story teller. Easily one of my personal favorites and from an age of word-smithing we, sadly, seem to find or favor less and less these days.
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What is a rose without the thorns? A yin without a yang. A life without challenges. Light without shade. It is left lacking….
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An unchallenged love is one picked too early from the branch, I agree wholeheartedly, Raili. Otherwise, it forgets the strength-of-stalk that bends beneath the the hammer of hurricane winds, yes? Love is special. It must be tormented, to a degree, so that it finds its way to that belief. As always, thank you, Raili, for coming here just to talk…
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My pleasure, always 🙂
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