let’s

​I told her that I love her.

she silently smiled, saying nothing at all.

I promised her heaven and earth.

she did not respond.

I said “let’s walk this earth together for a while, knowing not where the paths lead”.

she smiled.

“let’s”

the rose and the thorns

​the thorn and the rose.

the rose blooms, on tender stems with jagged thorns.

unbeknownst to the flaming rose, the thorns offer a sheath of safety.

protecting the rose, uncaring of their visage, the thorns are silent sentinels.

if only the thorns of my life, were merely a cocoon of safety, shielding me from the storms of life.

if only I were enveloped by thorns, weather-beaten, yet buffered from strife.