The wily thorn that signifies the rose abides,
some hapless fool will come along,
untutored in the art of willful pose
to grasp, and sustain a sharp reminder.
His gift bestowed and modestly attended,
there stirs a trembling only she may know
whose pledge is true and joyfully intended,
first semblance of a passion soon to grow.
How powerful such beauty's lure can be,
it supersedes and pricks the heart to bleed,
and captured in its snare they're led
on rapture's path, where'er that path may lead.