Roses with Thorns

Was heading home yesterday when I spotted these roses growing on the front lawn of where I had been. ⁣
I was fascinated and I thought to myself. “Hmm, let me pick some roses for Debo and Pearl (our daughter).” (Would have picked for the boys but I know the gesture would make no sense to them. We guys are just like that you know😀) ⁣
Ignorantly, I had no idea that these roses grew with thorns. I never imagined something so beautiful and attractive would have thorns. So I put no caution- A couple of seconds later with painfully pierced fingers, I learned my lesson. ⁣
However, the thought of a rose with thorns wouldn’t let the poet in me rest. To free myself, I had to put a couple of quick haikus together about how life often comes with both the tough and the tender because precious things must be protected. ⁣
Rose with thorns ⁣
Beauty wields pain ⁣
The precious must be guarded.⁣
Rose with thorns ⁣
Love and sacrifice ⁣
Must both live together ⁣
Rose with thorns ⁣
The glittering and the blistering ⁣
A symbol of life and love’s adventure ⁣
Rose with thorns ⁣
Like diamond in the rough ⁣
Treasure comes with digging. 








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