Hawthorn- Tree Of Love

Tear and graze, Prick and Bruise

The Skin can scar if you intrude.

At first sight; What a spectacle!

Flowers Bright, Nothing harmful is detectable.

Wait a while when flowers fall,

Sharp needles await to claw and maul!

Trapped in the branches caught by the claws

Scarred by the thorns of love wars!