Have you ever judged a book by its cover?
Have you ever been a friend and lover?
Has sex ever been a weapon to you?
Have you ever fell hoping to have someone pull you through?
Well don’t you know that roses have thorns,
And that all horses can not be unicorns,
That every seed has its options
To sour out or become a blossom,
And with every night follows a sunrise,
And there’s always more than meets the eye?
To tell a secret is to tell the world,
Or where there’s love you tend to hurt.
Out on the ocean arises the storms.
So remember, even the sweetest apples have worms.

1989 Written by Gail Brookshire
(published in Voices, Volume 1, NO.4, Sept.14, 1994, page 4)
(by the grace of God)