Spikes of Thorns

Bloomed out of the stem  
Of the thorns of the thorns,
The charming beauty of yours
That’s craving my tongue
Forever in my life.

The thorns of the thorns
Isolated me from the zeal
Of holding you in my arms
In an awesome feeling.

My craving eyes on your beauty
Though pricked me very perilous
By the spikes of your thorns
Bleed me in your rosy tint.

The stinging soreness of agony
I persisted has the gist
Of heavenly bliss and ecstasy
That grasped you in me:

Ever satiated the thirst of mine
To set my long and lust
Fully into your rosy tint
As if I’m in you, you’re in me.