Every time <br />I sit on her stem <br />Falling in love with her smile <br />Something sharp hurts me abruptly <br />Awakens me for a while <br />A Butterfly winked at me and whispered <br />She doesn’t mean to hurt you <br />Beloved <br />She wants to know <br />How much you love her <br />While tasting <br />The tasty hostile! <br /> <br />(2008/3/3)<br /><br />Persian Nightingale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thorn-2/
