Thorns and Roses

Beneath the shadows, whispers roam,

A tale of love, left far from home.

You say you love her, yet you fear her,

A dance of blades where hearts may bleed.

She stretched her heart across the mirror,

You caught a glimpse, but never freed.

In silence strung, your soul’s exposed,

You’re but a thorn, where beauty grows.

Lost in the thicket, bound and torn,

This wild woman’s love, forever worn.

With echoes of the vows unspoken,

The wildest heart remains unbroken.

Screaming out a victorious Amen,

In the night where we began,

Fascination flows like the darkest tide,

You're caught in love's relentless ride.

As dawn crept in, lighting the gloom,

Like a sunflower opening to bloom.

Yet madness whispers secrets shared,

Wrapped in passion, hearts laid bare.

Eyes like jewels in a river’s flow,

Yet often shadowed, lost in woe.

“To know her well,” the wise might say,

Is to dance with fire, then watch it sway.

Her laughter sings of wild desires,

Ignites the darkness, fuels the fires.

Screaming out a victorious Amen,

In the night where we began,

Fascination flows like the darkest tide,

You're caught in love's relentless ride.

And if you reach for that shining star,

Know it may leave a lasting scar.

For with each heartbeat comes the fight,

Of tender hearts in the pale moonlight.

Light as a feather, dark as a stone,

In the mirror’s gaze, you stand alone.

Often it’s how it goes, they say,

Love’s tangled roots, leading us astray.