He who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose.
There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.
There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.
She used to cast her fragrance and radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her. I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind. But I was too young to decipher it then and naive to reciprocate.