"No Bed Of Roses

'No Bed Of Roses'

Love is not a bed of roses
It is a bed... of thorns;
A sweet attar to draw the nose,
Then stabbing pain, a wish you were never born.

Love is eating...a pound of salt;
Intermittantly, with...a touch of sweet.
Just enough of the flavorful sugar;
To call you continually...to eat.

And...as the salt...lies bitter
Like bile...upon the tongue;
The bed of thorns continually,
Stick in the finger and thumb.

To avoid the thorns...and acrid salt,
Stop and think...before you are caught;
In a life...where you continually eat,
Too much bitter...with each days sweets.

 

    Valentine

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

'it is better to have love and lost than to never have loved at all"

or is it?

i like the back and forth in this piece, like the battle within...to love or not. to stay safe is easy...but putting ourselves out there? that is when we know we are alive...

the risk...

"too much bitter with each day's sweets"

nice line...always a mixture...never all one or all the other.

jacob

[SOUL LESS]

Love may be a bed of thorns...but atleast thorns do not wilt. Cheers!

[Valentine]

No love can last without some sweet and some bitter..you just have to take it with a kind heart..

[Joel M Frye]

Reminds me of a hook for a song written a long time ago:

You made your bed of roses;
now go sleep upon the thorns.

We so often are lured in by the bitter-sweet, thinking it will be a hint of bitter and mostly sweet. Should be advised that bitter has first billing. Thank you, Kathie.

[Sheila Kline]

The lure of the sweet often overwhelms the possibility of the bitter being added to the pleasure of love! We must be careful how much we consume and maintain a balance or we shall end up with only the unpleasant!
Lots of wisdom in your words Kathie!