Dancing with Thorns

Fields of smiles, laughter, and those perfect moments

Are sown with seeds of passion, love, and romance  

But if watered by ego, desire, and petty impulsiveness

The crops will grow into jealousy, regrets and laments

So be true to yourself, and your love

For the fate of lovers will not come from above

The canopy of stars; may it caress our tender souls

Reminding us of death, and our insignificant roles

Damn, here I am alone, writing an indulgent poem

Embrace this life, however it may be

For it is only in death do we see the price of being free

And so if it is in vain, I cannot give that life to the

 

My heart may be fragile, but my soul is a rock

And thus I sit watching my life's ticking clock

So I’m here for you now, but I think I best soon take off

Perhaps it is better, if you return to browsing that flock?