And just

Then when

I’d thought

No one

Knew you

Knocked with

A laugh

And I

Listened I

Realized that

Then what

You said

Was true

You so

Young with

Your wisdom

We are

But roses

Fragrant eye

Popping succulent

Blossoms at

First glance

But to

Hold one

Close is

To bleed

Me I

Prefer the

Bite of

The thorn

Then I’ll

Know the

Pain of

Having you

My beauty

In life

There are

Three true

Loves first

Is yourself

And the

Other two

Will bring

Equal measures

Of love

And disappointment

And from

Them you

Shall learn