Rose

[Addictx]

There is no greater clarity
Than comes to the one who knows
The passions of a pilgrimage
The yearnings of a rose

One learns not from immensities
Nor reasons from the sea
But travels down a track of words
To wordless ecstasy

Only in the places
Of those who have endured
The pain of their own cruelty
Can power be secured

For love is but a garden weed
That gathers in the gloom
To choke the chosen with its seed
And dare the damned to bloom

[Kirsty.com]

Weird.