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.