In Love

I am a single thorn on a blushing rose,
Poisoned by her vanity,
And longing for a bit of admiration,
To call my own.
I am eclipsed by her luminous petals,
And shadowed by her graceful, sloping neck.
I am a young doe,
Hiding amongst the brambles,
Watching you with wide, wondering eyes,
And wishing to nuzzle your hand and make you love me,
The way that I am beginning to love you.
I am young and afraid,
Time slips through my fingers like sand.
Regret turns red wine to bile in my mouth,
With every passing second,
That I long to be with you.
From the narrow side streets,
Bustling and teeming with life,
I follow you with eyes of fire.
I am alive with passion.
I am alive with feeling.
I am alive when you smile.
I am alive only when I’m in love with you.