Thorns of Love

Love, oh love, a rose in crimson bloom,

A fragrance sweet, dispelling winter's gloom.

Petals so soft, a promise whispered true,

But hidden thorns, that pierce and bleed anew.

For love's embrace, though warm and oh so kind,

Can leave a mark, upon the tender mind.

Jealousy's sting, a serpent's coiled embrace,

Squeezes the heart, leaving no breathing space.

Possessiveness, a heavy, suffocating cloak,

Stifles the soul, a burden hard to revoke.

Love that demands, a cage with gilded bars,

Imprisons freedom, beneath a loveless scar.

The fear of loss, a constant, nagging dread,

Whispers of endings, in every word unsaid.

For love, once vibrant, can wither and decay,

Leaving a wasteland where passion used to play.

Misunderstanding's barb, a careless, hurtful word,

Can leave a wound, that festers long unheard.

Pride, a wall that rises, cold and stark,

Hindering communication, leaving love in the dark.

Unrealistic expectations, a burden hard to bear,

A constant struggle, a love that's never fair.

Projecting dreams, upon another's soul,

Can only lead to disappointment, taking its toll.

The weight of obligation, a duty unfulfilled,

Can drain the joy, leaving love unthrilled.

Love that's forced, a withered, wilting vine,

Can never flourish, in the absence of sunshine.

The sting of betrayal, a wound that cuts so deep,

Shatters trust, leaving promises to weep.

Forgiveness, a path that's difficult to tread,

But love's resilience, may rise from the ashes, unsaid.

These thorns of love, though sharp and cause us pain,

Can teach us lessons, wisdom we can gain.

For love that's true, weathers every test,

Emerging stronger, forever to be blessed.

Open communication, a bridge to understanding,

Mends broken hearts, a future brightly landing.

Trust and respect, the pillars strong and true,

Allow love's garden, to blossom, vibrant new.

Acceptance, a gentle hand that soothes the soul,

Embraces flaws, making love whole.

Compromise, a dance where both can shine,

Two hearts entwined, in a love so divine.

Forgiveness, a balm that heals the deepest wound,

Allows love to flourish, on a gentler, firmer ground.

Equality and freedom, a space to breathe and grow,

Love that nurtures, helps each spirit to flow.

Though love's a rose, with thorns that may cause pain,

The beauty it possesses, forever will remain.

For with careful tending, and hearts that truly care,

Love's thorns can be softened, a love beyond compare.

So walk the path of love, with eyes wide open wide,

Embrace the thorns, and let the roses be your guide.

For love's a journey, with lessons to be learned,

A precious gift, beautifully earned.