Let I be the thorn and you the rose,
Each time I prick someone we grow close.
Neither you are eternal nor I,
Each pricked finger is a witness that you are mine.
Many an insect may hover round you,
But I hope I  be the only one to bring you heights of love new.
The fragrance of your love run in my veins,
I love you with all my heart and not my brains.
For those ugly butterflies you fall,
Who suck you from inside and don't let you take your call.
I...