Trampled Roses

How easy
For some
To quash
The very lesson,
The what of question.

Yes,
The heart knows regret.
Yes,
The heart knows mistakes.
Yes,
The heart can be vengeful.

Would that we could cut loose
Trappings of the past,
Know that love abhors object seduction,
Awaits the simple hint of innocence
Borne of self-love
Making honorable
The purity of enamored prescience.

So many seeking.
So many without compass.
Trekking their emotional path
Through gardens of disillusionment,
Not knowing the trampling of roses
Bequeaths many thorn-laden messages
Awakening consciousness,
Mind's nexus to heart.