Grass and daisies have no spikes nor thorns
So we can run barefoot across the lawns.
Why do roses hurt our hands, forlorn,
When sheep don’t hurt the shepherd as they’re shorn?
We could cut down the roses in our rage.
Their own aggression might bring down their death.
Yet, beauty in their form does love engage.
So we ignore their useless,painful wrath.
Recklessly we love a spiky friend.
Enchanted by their learning or their face
But wounds unneeded bring this to an end.
Patience thins, we sever this embrace.
Roses have a beauty that beguiles.
Shall we then endure their thorns and wiles?
How my heart sings 
Very very cool! Masterpiece here (and I will tone down the praise but did love this so)
It’s lucky you wrote that because I was feeling like stopping writing!Thank you very much.I don’t get many comments because poetry is hard work to read,for many people.
Yes – and I think there are a few reasons poems don’t get a lot of comments – it is also partly because people need to chew and mull over things – at least in my opinion, but some posts – especially poetry – need to be absorbed and it is hard to write anything – but also (as u noted) because it is hard work! Very …
I get a lot of views which means people are reading them.That is what matters.
Thanks again and hope you have a good weekend though you are behind us timewise!
well the weekend is going great – and hope you have a nice month of March my friend – peace!
Thank you.You too.