A ROSE WITHOUT A THORN

A ROSE WITHOUT A THORN

Why must you detest my love?

For I must protest, my love,

From hospitality to hostility,

A shift in mood towards your feelings for me,

You have inflicted upon me great dejection,

A sad sorrow as a result of your rejection,

For whatever did I do?

To be treated in such disregard by you,

When you let go of my hand,

I found it difficult to understand,

For I did nothing to deserve such a shun,

Your disfavor is a web your mind has spun,

And tangled in it is nobody but me,

Such a deplorable way to live so lonely,

I have no stomach for your scorn,

I believed that you were a rose without a thorn,

Foolish thinking on my part,

I gave unto you and trusted you with my heart,

Yet the one time I refused to follow your way,

You up and left me in such disarray,

Some things I may never come to understand,

What I do know is that you left me a broken man,

Realize this, it was you with whom I fell in love,

Now your name is a mere noun, of which I no longer speak of.

-brad