The Story
of Love
Though the
thorns may be sharp and pierce the skin
we endure
it
for the
blossoms bring beauty to our eyes,
the petals
are delicate and soft to the touch,
and the
sweetness overwhelms our senses.
We so
desire it’s presence
that we
willing except the pain, even welcome it.
Such is the
story of Love…
Just to
hold it in our arms,
to feel in
our blood,
to know it
our hearts,
is no pain
at all.
~KJL
