Jasmines Too Have Thistles

Maybe jasmines too have thistles,
In the garden of her heart,
Where blooms of love do flourish,
Yet the thorns do play a part.

Her beauty, like the jasmine,
Is sweet and delicate to see,
But hidden deep within her bosom,
Lies a pain that cuts like a key.

For she is a woman of passion,
Her love burns bright like the sun,
But in its fiery embrace,
It leaves wounds that are never done.

She gives herself fully to another,
With a love that is true and rare,
But like the thistles in her garden,
Her pain can cause harm and tear.

So heed this lesson, fair maidens,
And guard your hearts with care,
For love, like the jasmine,
May hold thorns that do ensnare.

And though its sweet fragrance lingers,
And its beauty doth endure,
Beware the pain that it can bring,
For in love, jasmines too have thistles pure.