Thorns
I knew love
When I was young,
When simple words
Perplexed my tongue.
He sat by my side,
And with low sigh
Would wipe with his palms
The tears I would cry.
He’d come near,
And I would hide.
But one day
He left my side.
I grew bitter thorns
On my chest, tightly twain,
In case he ever
Came back again.
