• My Thorn

    An immaculate thorn in the side of my mind,
    sticks out among the tumbling tide,
    Of Watered down hopes and dreams,
    Bursting out of it's elegant seams,

    It gives a smile and kisses my soul,
    My being a crafted, quivering whole,
    blessed by the flower of a warm touch,
    This thorn to me, it means so much,

    I long to care for it and tend to it's way,
    As it strikes my fancy each passing day,
    It breathes fresh air into my life,
    To whisk away an evening's strife,

    I hold this thorn so close, so dear,
    To lose it is a primal fear,
    If so I would fall below the ocean,
    Of broken desires' painful commotion,

    So I grasp the thorn with all my might,
    And all of my love and passion in sight,
    To keep it from washing away in the sea,
    Tis hard work, but nothing this good could be free,

    I cherish this thorn and all of it's beauty,
    To protect it is my oath sworn duty,
    As it shines it's gaze to the stars above,
    This wonderful thorn, I so deeply love.