Trampling Roses How easy For some To quash The very lesson The what of question Yes The heart knows regret Yes The heart knows mistakes Yes The heart can be vengeful Would that we could cut loose Trappings of the past Know that love abhors object seduction Awaits the simple hint of innocence Borne of self-love Making honorable The purity of enamored prescience So many seeking So many without compass Trekking their emotional path Through gardens of disillusionment Not knowing The trampling of roses Bequeaths many thorn-laden messages Awakening consciousness Mind's nexus to heart