The beautiful soul I saw shining behind the flesh of your chest.
A notion of remembrance as I gaze back
Intention of love snatched back
Reality struck, bittersweet situation
With growth blooming as a rose
Stuck between a bundle of thorns
Reach for the rose, pierced by the thorns
The pain spreads through every nerve of my body
As blood streams from the point of impact,
I take two steps to check myself
Am I still intact?
You see these thorns aren’t average sized
No!!! Far from it, but these thorns are sharp enough to pierce the hardest of materials. So imagine what these thorns would do to a man’s heart. Capable of leaving the deepest lacerations known to man, leaving many unable to fathom the damage. Many have tried, but only one will succeed.
With such extraordinary thorns, you can only imagine the rose. Perfectly placed in the center while comfortably wrapped in thorns that the world can’t explain. The beauty of the rose stands tall beyond the imagination of the common man. Far beyond the words that an individual can piece together to describe something that clearly was molded and placed on this earth by God himself.