~Bittersweet~

I seek calm in the foldings of rose

The feelings of relaxation, it does arose

The velvet like petal gives a sense of calm

The soft sleeping ground provides a balm

The sweet smell filles my senses

The soft colour gives pleasure, immense

I slide down on the carpet of pink

Of what lies below, I don’t think

It’s a rose; there’s a forewarn

Yet, there’s a prick; I have reached the thorns

Nothing’s completely golden, nothing’s completely dull

The chances of exceptions are null

It is neither bitter nor is it sweet

Everything’s simply bittersweet