Yield not sincere vulnerability

Like the thorns on a rose doth separate

Underneath lies thine past adversity

Still the petals will fall for ‘tis their fate

And expose the beautiful irony,

The reserved heartache that remains concealed

For the sake of loving one’s enemy

Desp’rate to express what’s long been withheld

A heart open to weakness will endure

O sweet rose that hath a heavy burden

Fear not the measure of judgements impure

Let false notion wither on the sudden

            To set free thine tamed and afflicted heart

            Embrace fallen petals as truth thou art