Briar
There is no rose
But only me
A mask of fierce
Brutality
There is no thorn
But only you
The innocence
That I once knew
The sky is bleak
The stars are cold
They hold my secrets
Still untold
You spend your time
In meadows fair
With Hopefulness
That greets you there
But I know pain
And what it brings
I know the song
The captive sings
But you are light
And free to roam
To wander
Or to have a home
Experience
Has hardened me
And hidden thoughts
Of sympathy
Your purity
Has softened you
And paved the way
Of kind virtue
But life so sweet
In its repose
Cannot remain
A thornless rose