"No Bed Of Roses"

 

 

  "No Bed Of Roses"

 

Love is not a bed of roses

It is a bed... of thorns;

A sweet attar to draw the nose,

Then stabbing pain, a wish you were never born.

 

Love is eating...a pound of salt;

Intermittantly, with...a touch of sweet.

Just enough of the flavorful sugar;

To call you continually...to eat.

 

And...as the salt...lies bitter

Like bile...upon the tongue;

The bed of thorns continually,

Stick in the finger and thumb.

 

To avoid the thorns...and acrid salt,

Stop and think...before you are caught;

In a life...where you continually eat,

Too much bitter...with each days sweets.

  Valentine

Reviews

[KonxOmPax]

Well perhaps love should be a bed of thorns and roses? The sweet with the sour. Or, to obtain the beauty of the rose means enduring the pain of the thorn.

[David Lewis Paget]

An interesting take on marriage, or partnerships. Yes, there's bitterness at times, but if there is not enough reciprocal love to counterbalance that, then we shouldn't be there in the first place.