"Beautiful Thorn"....Does the heart deserve to suffer?

for every smile
a fissure forms
with each kiss
new stains appear
morning after thoughts
frighten the future

Love
caustic from the start
now pushes to swallow
theirs is safe
to them the blade dulls
as each hour blends them

they are wrong
in all the right ways
such comfort from the pain
leaving tears upon the ashes
each aware of the debris

this rose has beauty
in every thorn