Roses are beautiful
Roses smell beautiful,
But to pluck one, you risk being pricked.
Same applies to all good things,
To get them you have to risk getting hurt somehow,,
Beautiful things are all about sacrifice,
You never really know if it's gonna ***** you but you try to pick it anyway.
Dare to take the pain and enjoy the benefits later.

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

A troubadour I be.
Playing my musical pen
for those who gather.

A balladeer be I.
One who parades cross page
to sing to readers ears.

A troubadour am I.
The minstrel of written word
who performs my hearts music.

A jongleur be I
gathering events from journey  
to birth a poem

You're thirsty?
Here.
Let me offer you some of my tears!
(I've got plenty)

Only you.