Hi there! Here’s another poem for you today, which I hope you enjoy.
When I first saw you,
I thought you were a flower, I
Thought perfection shone in your eyes, I thought
You wonderful; I thought you kind,
You were nice.
But slowly, slowly but surely,
It came to my mind,
That you petals had begun to wither, and
Fall away, and underneath your lies
That my flower
Was nothing more
Than a bed of thorns.