Today I cut my finger

On a rose’s hidden thorn

One must expect this

Whilst holding such a lovely thing

It is the danger

That beauty harms

It is something that you can’t miss

It is the pain that love does bring

The rose I dropped

And shrieked in tears

And when I went to grab it once again

I found that it had blown away

And then I stopped

And in my mind I thought

“Love will make children of the toughest men

When it leaves on its chosen day”