She is likened to a rose's thorn Embedded in my side. An ever-present, nagging thorn, A thorn I strive to hide. The thorn lies dormant for a time, And peace prevails, but when Her dark, depressive moods appear I feel the pain within. I offer helping hands and pray To a rational life she turn A moment's spark of hope will flare, Then all help she will spurn. It's far beyond my power now. In me here's left no fight I pray that God will intervene, And guide her with his light.