Thorns of Affection

In the dying face of once a mighty sun,
Under the glorious rain,
Embrace the thorns,
Like you've never been.

Let you be wounded,
Let the scars remain,
The priceless remembrance,
Of how hard the struggle had been.

Relax the bare knuckles of your fist,
But don't forget to hold and clench your teeth.
You may never know when will you get hit,
By love... the greatest weapon ever made.

Covered by a shell called admiration,
Inside is a thorny affection.
You touch it, you get infected, you can't escape,
It can make you go from calm to erratic.

Love is a poison,
The antidote is your kiss.
So let me drink it,
And touch your lips.