A Thorn

A Thorn:

He seen a thorn when he looked at her; an untapped beauty waiting to bloom. He chosed her to mold in his image, to show her that she can be better than he.
He was patient, that is true
Like all sharp thorn it’s a process to get through,
He shown great care, for her heart was bruised and made it his mission to heal those wounds.

He gave her the knowledge for he is a righteous man.
He loved her through action, just like most men do.
He sees the God in her and how natural it can be, for she is the portal of all great things.
Even with her thorn still there, new growth and light was obvious to see.
He loved her, for he was her teacher;
He loved her, for he was her friend;
He loved her, for he was her lover;
And because of that, she will always be there.

She seen a God in him, for he shown her things in which she has never seen.
She looked to him when she had doubts, for her wisdom wasn’t strong enough to figure it out.
He cared for her, that much was clear and she hopes that he’ll always be near.
She loved it when he taught, for it gave her growth, for she is a rose, still watering to bloom.

As time went on the changes was clear, but he knew her thron are still slightly there.
Just like a thorn, the edges were sharp, she had deep traumas which stagnating her heart.
Flaws were still there, but through it all shes improving tremendously.
He is still young, yet shows great strength;
And knows that with time, nature will take its place.

He is her teacher, that will never change.
Giving him honor, is a sign of great faith
She loves him for who he is
And knows that through time, his greatness will be there for all to see. For he was able to see a rose in her thorn...and that thorn, was me.