Loves Thorn

What is love but the prick of a thorn
Drawing blood
Deeply, madly in love

A soft spoken girl surrenders
Waiting to be swept off her feet
Misguided
Her prince fatally wounds her
Ripping her heart out
Discarding it in a shallow grave
Left to be exhumed by
Deserving hands
Warm and embracing
He lifts her up
Gives her meaning
Long and happy they live
Time unforgiving
He passes below the river
Leaving her bleeding and broken
Once again

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