It sickens my heart to think <br />When I remember the sprain in my brain, <br />Ah me! What a rain of pain! <br />A gentleman I won't undress, <br />Casts on me a creepy face <br />And storms me for a damsel <br />Who is but a fair friend; <br />Says he for them I a hinder! <br />Malady, malady, oh a shame! <br />I am no thorn to tear <br />Nor a flame to burn- <br />The hearts by love consumed; <br />I wish them all peace <br />But leave me ease, <br />What a painful malady! <br />Ah me! A hedge I won't ever be.<br /><br />Athee Peter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-no-thorn-to-tear-the-endearing-hearts/
