The Rose and the Thorn

The Rose and the Thorn The red little bloom on the side of the walk Caught my eye at the start of dawn The cherry little sight was too hard to balk The sweet little whiff made me to carry on the long Blink of an eye with the lost thoughts The best was to loot even with the warn Looked either side to grapple on the stalk The torn in the way with a tingle on the grope Thorn turned red from the hash of the wound Rouse from the sleep from the sudden dwam Grief stuck hard hurting through the soul The gloomy little journey came crashing down the long The sweet little glimpse was so hard to loose Mutter on the way of her charming smook The simper in the air with the lovely booze Strode down the path with the clenched bloom