Poem 27. THE CROWN

You adorn me with thorns, and I did nothing but to love it because it's from you.

I said, "I don't like a Rose"
But  when you made a crown for me
And put it on my head
I tried to forget how I hate its thorns.

Author's Note

When you love, you'll accept who that person is, including his weaknesses.

Love is not blind. It actually sees what will make it perfect through the imperfections.

Reviews

[bobc]

D...very, very nice poem, this one. Much enjoyed...thanx...boc

[Dhaye]

Thank you, bobc. :)

[Sami Khalil]

A very interesting poem. Very nice...:)

[Dhaye]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Tom]

A bittersweet love I would say !

[Dhaye]

Thanks, Tom.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

A different take at this verse...speaks for itself....but you give a bit more into the lines...

[Dhaye]

Thank you, Glen. :)