Jun 25
Don’t speak of love if fear still shows
The bold alone may claim the rose.
Its beauty burns, its thorns will bite,
But fire is kissed in fearless night.
The bold alone may claim the rose.
Its beauty burns, its thorns will bite,
But fire is kissed in fearless night.
I read this on tumbler an it says "he who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose" then - I made this poem to say that love isn’t soft and safe; it’s fire and risk, and only those unafraid to be hurt can fully embrace its intensity.
