-
- Thorn
- In sunny
glade where lush and deep
- white
violets bloom and maidens sleep,
- and
delicate green tendrils creep,
- like
hearts in search of love.
-
- There
lives an unseen presence here;
- unseen to
most, but those who'd hear
- would
speak of joys and moments dear,
- of hearts
in search of love.
-
- In
brightest sun or fairest moon
- the
brilliance matters not, nor gloom
- for in
this place whence came the ruin,
- came
hearts in search of love.
-
- They met
upon an August night
- deep dark
was he, and she the light
- that
shone within his eyes so bright,
- his heart
in search of love.
-
- Not of
this world, the evil one
- and she,
a fairy dream had come
- to light
his way, to sing his song,
- her heart
in search of love.
-
- Their
fingers, intertwined became
- as one,
as night back into day
- and
daylight into darkness fades,
- two
hearts in search of love.
-
- And when
the morning sun arose
- 'twas his
to give, and this he chose
- that she
should ere become the rose
- and he
the thorn
- of hearts
in search of love.
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