Illusions

Beckoned me with it's beauty
Beauty all promising, seemed everlasting
It's scent too, all pervading
The rose seemed a gift from heaven

Too good to be true, it seemed faultless,
Blinded was I to even see the thorn
Seemed so blurred then, now so vivid
Seemed so harmless, now so hurting

Reached out to it in all earnest
Numbness all gone right after the prick
Stunned and hurt, so unexpected
From a beauty so pure.

Trust lost I cling on to faith
Yearn I to feel the rose again
For it is but my gift, my beauty
And it beckons still...

It's beauty worth more than the hurt
It's very presence, so comforting..
But once bitten and twice shy,
To reach out again, I can only try!