Talons

Dear Love,

Thou hast cast a most wicked spell on me

A quite terrible one, can’t thou’st see?

Alright enough of this olden language

Let me tell you, I thought you were languid

You really aren’t though, now I can see it

I always hoped I was right, I couldn’t

Believe that you, a soft, kind, caring creature

Could have talons so sharp, so wicked

A feature

I never could have believed that you could

Hurt me in so many different ways

Even as I grew older

You gave me the cold shoulder
I had thought we were friends

I worshiped you, adored you

Until the bitter end

You had me drifting on cloud nine

So beautiful, I couldn’t believe you were mine

Yet you showed me time after time

Love was soft and beautiful, yet could hurt more

Than being hit by a car, or being in the middle of a

Burning volcano

Because love is a beautiful that has thorns

And they are quite sharp, you know?