What makes such things as these

So hard for the brain to appease

Yet in this small and simple inquisitions

Spring from the hearts domination

For this question is not about a flower

But many things which we devour

It seems unto the naked eye

That those without beauty we pass by

While those with beauty extraordinaire

We pluck and hide away with care

Such is love for one so fulfilling

One who makes life worth living

We hold it so close to our breasts

Not even letting go to rest

So in mature natures way

They only way for these things to stay

To stay open to the heart

If for pain to limit the captures from the start

The risk of a painful time

Make beauty limitlessly divine

How precious to hold in ones hand

That which hurts another man

So ask me now why roses have thorns

And it is so the eye and heart or torn

When you take from the world beauty so rare

At the risk of pain seems quite fair

Dave. 11/07/99