The Rose And The Thorn

 Dear Rose 

You are beauty par excellence,

Lovers throng to you,

you are charming, 

You are amazing 

In the sunlight you are dazzling,

the sweet smell wafting through air. 

Bees are hovering, love showering,

singing just be there.

You are smiling 

You are scattering 

Love all around 

To you all are bound. 

This symbol nowhere found.

Dear thorn 

You are prickly 

You are hurting 

Lovers hate you.

Yet nature loves you,

for duties to you are assigned. 

Your protection, your devotion,

is the reason

Roses bloom in season. 

You both are made for each other.