On Words And Thorns

Of pages,

Unturned, 

And of roses,

Burnt,

Let me write,

A fairytale,

Talking,

Of how,

Pages die,

Yet,

Roses keep them alive,

Of how roses wilt, 

And words offer,

Them power. 

Let me write,

A song,

Of meeting,

That involves, 

Love,

And poetry,

Both together, 

Under one frame,

Making it,

A moment, 

Of unveiled,

Uncertain,

Unbiased,

And unaccustomed, 

Beauty. 

Let me write,

Of how, 

It makes, 

The pages, 

Bleed,

When thorns, 

Offer them,

A tiny sting,

And how,

Roses burn,

When words,

Allow them, 

A little flame. 

Let me write, 

Of our love. 

Of your roses,

Kissing, 

My pages,

And,

Of my words

Crippling, 

Your thorns.



-StringentBard (Hafsah Faquih)