The Beauty of Pain
The beauty of pain is that it helps us recognize love,
The awesome glory of lightening, the majestic flight of a dove.
The stem of a rose is covered in thorns,
But at its tip a soft, velvety flower is born.
The sun that burns with a fire that could kill,
But without the heat and light, all life would be nil.
When we injure a leg, then heal and run,
We appreciate much more, the simplicity and fun.
Hurt teaches us appreciation, for the gentle moments,
A dark dirge, flows into a sparkling sonnet.
Without loss, love cannot grow as deep,
Without fear of a fall, the trip to the top seems not as steep.
Pain accents beauty, of this I am sure,
The heart that has been tested, is one that will endure!
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