THORNS OF LOVE
As she saw him passing by,
All that she felt inside were glorified.
Eyes that depict coldness outside,
Heart that is wildly pounding is on the inside.
Explosion of feelings that she carefully hide,
As the moment of seeing the magnetizing sight of him walking by.
The glimpse of his shadow is enough for her to see.
But seeing emptiness in his face will forever haunt her being.
Is it usual to be this blind?
When will she just make up her mind?
Broken hopes and tearing hearts, when will it bind?
So that her love for him will never be easy to find.
Red rose was to symbolize love,
But what about those prickly stems and sharp thorns?
Are those things for hope and love?
For her, pitch black was the new color in reaching the low,
Symbolizing the absences of hope and sorrow.
Like his merely walking shadow,
Thy lady was hoping for a surreal tomorrow.
