The Rose from thorn to petal shows, that never was there found a smile without a tear. And thus I know that every face of joy has seen a time of harder lines; (about the eyes, the mouth; maybe in the brow) {And yet there never was a time at which on looking at your face I didn't see a smile} And so [a rose], from bud to blossom grows, without the need to separate the tears and smiles. And yet there never was a time of years (or space of miles) I could have placed between two, joined as such, to satisfy a want I knew to be too much. a petal a thorn and yet a rose and yet there never was a time at which on looking at a face I didn't see a smile a tear
(c) 1987 Norman Dziedzic Jr.
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