How thorny can be love
with all the strings and spikes?
How hard is life
with all the struggle you live in?
How fair is the world
with betrayal, pain and misfortune?
Is it bad?
Worse than all the good things?
Can you overcome all these reasons?
I pray for your strength.
I hope that you can see all the beauty in life.
I hope you can see the red rose in all these thorns.
I wish that you feel the air and the sun shining warm on your face
even though there is a cold breeze.
Love is hard, there is nothing harder than love.
But there is nothing easier as well.
With trust and faith and a little luck you feel the real love in all these thorns.