You intoxicate me with your perfume.
Your beauty is rare like an eclipsed moon
I've been captured and completely consumed
I am delighted when I watch you bloom.
Even your beauty has its very flaw
you have woven a cage of thorns for me.
It seems your beauty will always draw.
Please let me go so I can just fly free
you wrapped me in your thorns and made me
bleed my soul and lost my way to you.
I seem to struggle even when if its in vain.
To you my passion will always be true.
A beautiful flower always brings joy even though I know your thorns are not a toy.
