And then it came, the start of a beautiful story,
The beginning of the rest of their lives,
The day when the Rose would meet the Thorn.
The Rose could feel a blur of emotions blowing on her beautiful, sun kissed pink petals,
She felt excited, thrilled and nervous, as if opening a chest of treasures she had found buried deep in the ocean,
What she didn't yet know, was how priceless these jewels would be in her life.
And so after much deliberation on what colour petals she should go meet the Thorn in, she decided on her natural, dewy pink colour,
Because being herself was what the Thorn loved.
And then she saw him, eyes locked, gazes fixed, unable to look anywhere else but at each other.
The kind of look, at which time would usually stop,
but time didn't stop,
because for the Rose, this was the time when life started.
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The Thorn And The Rose
PoetryThe beautiful, lyrical poem of how the rose and thorn became associated as one. Read beyond the poem to find the metaphor of a true,deep love.
