The Bitter and the Sweet
The Rose has thorns to warn us of the bitter and the sweet
Like dreams of love and passion and how the two compete
How bitter be the rose when it cuts us with its stings
Yet we smell its sweetened perfume to dream of other things
We know that when we pluck the rose its petals soon will fall
Yet it is the nectars fragrance we covet to recall
We may at times obtain the rose without its thorns to meet
But would we ever learn of life the bitter and the sweet
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