Thorns of Love

 Advice to a young man

In my heart, a fleeting thing, did feel the tug of love,
So simply come it laid itself so sweetly on my breast,
So light I did not recognise the calling of that Dove
Of love that sings a song to draw you to it’s nest.

A twine of flowers so sweet, their heady scent a trap,
That will ensnare the lonely heart as Lilly does a fly.

For love is sweet on sweet to draw in the unwary chap,
It’s creamy face and pouting tongue is something for to die.

That twine of flowers do quickly fade revealing all their thorns,
So what was once a joyous thing for rapturous love to make,
Becomes as prickly as the holly branch from it’s berries shorn 
So brush aside loves desires and swiftly thy departure take.