Every time
I sit on her stem
Falling in love with her smile
Something sharp hurts me abruptly
Awakens me for a while
A Butterfly winked at me and whispered
She doesn’t mean to hurt you
Beloved
She wants to know
How much you love her
While tasting
The tasty hostile!

(2008/3/3)

Persian Nightingale

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thorn-2/