POETRY: The Nectar of Life Page 8

THORNS OF LOVE

I’d rather be the thorns

Surrounding you,

Than be the glory – disloyal,

As withering petals do.

The rose of my life

Be not weary

Of discoloured petals,

Times dreary.

Age may impact

Your profile dearie;

But, my love’s immortal,

Obstinate, un-erry.