Once was noted a young man among the youth <br />He was noisy and in him was a sweet tooth <br />He loved the lilies and they loved him too <br />He loved the roses and they loved him too <br />His way was to gaily approach each flower and learn of her nectar <br />Then move to the next very soon after <br />He truly loved them and maybe they did <br />But it seemed his desire was to learn of everybody in the field <br />To learn their secrets and their ways <br />To help them find the sun that made their days <br />In the times of rain he was their light <br />Neither could they bear to have him out their sight <br /> Once he found that the roses had thorns <br />And that hour he showed that his curls concealed horns <br />They cut him and he deeply felt <br />His blood an icicle where he knelt <br />He continued to tend them <br />And let his revenge be his absence when he left each stem<br /><br />Oke Christopher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drifting-lover/
