Life....A Bed of Roses!?

Bismillah

"Life is not a bed of roses”
Whoever says, is not true
What I found, was all roses,
When I thought: ‘it’ belongs to You.

Your thought in mind, and love in heart,
I walk miles of thorny ways
With every wound, fall more in love
Feel more your tender ways.

Few thorns, do see in my life
But they too remind of you,
With sharp and piercing heads of theirs,
They precisely point to you

As I walked passed by a few,
On the next turn I found more,  
But know not why this time around,
I felt your presence more.

But I think I know the answer
The ‘roses’ were prettier here
Scented with smiles and eagerness
As they saw the autumn winds near….