Her Thorn

Love is dreams, drifting, deeply, watered and battered crying, raging, trembling from the soul within... Love is crushing, aching, blissful wind . . . . Clinging like a dead man’s corpse...Giving breath to those on life’s jagged course... See her sinking beneath love’s tears...Captured, enslaved, compelled by your love... Here you are to free her of...Sadness that once forced her fears.... Thorn, for you she sheds love’s sweet tears . . .