There'll be love and treachery,
Yin and Yang there'll always be,
Like a blooming red-red rose,
There's a thorn that always shows,
If at first the thorn you see,
All you know is treachery,
If it's the gorgeous, blooming head,
Of a pretty, carefree red,
Make sure that you take heed,
Because it's not your average weed,
Pain it probably will bring you,
Its unseen thorns will surely sting you,
If you're wise, then you will know,
Together the thorn and head do grow.

--Sparks