A Rose Or a Thorn
Our love is neither a rose or a thorn.
One leaves us whole, the other torn.
Which one is which? There is no trick.
The first we smell; the second, pick.
When we pick love we end its growth.
Not just the picked but of us both.
Together we must each have 'ground'.
That's where love's nourishment is found
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