Thursday, 7 May 2015


You´re as prickly as a gorse bush to my tender touch,

At times, you´re as hard as nails & hurt just as much,

You´re as stony as shore´s shingle, to my dainty tread,

Is it so difficult to see, why you mess with my head?

You´re thorny as a barb, drawing blood from my fingers,

Yet what I feel for you, merely sits, & quietly lingers,

You´re as rocky as high Tor, & just as difficult to climb,

As sharp upon soft tongue, as the acidity of cold lime,

You´re the bumpiest ride, that I´ve ever dared hitch,

But I´ve always loved you, & you have me bewitched.


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