Ezediuno Louis Odinakaose
The Pricker - Poem by Ezediuno Louis Odinakaose
There is a prickly rose I found
I found her under the April moon
In a garden of many flowers
I loved her most
I loved her alone
Among all the flowers in the garden
I want to want her alone
But God shes so prickly
God shes so prickly
Shes so prickly
'What hurts a kid most?
Is when the toy he loves most
Becomes broken right in his hand
What hurts a man most?
Is when he cant get it right
Even when he's doing his best..
Dont let a man cry o'er you
*every drop of his tears
Contains the tenderness of his heart
If he drains out
Only a solid rock is left in him
An emotionless beast you create.
This rose has a tender touch,
Petals white, pure
Like the meaning of white wedding gown
To a virgin maiden
I would live forever just to feel that touch
She smells so sweet like hormone,
I would live just for a day To smell her
Than a thousand years the other way.
Butterflies, bees, and others are her
But to none she gives her nectar.
For a woman she has a beautiful mind But she is but a rose.
How I want to care for her
But she pricks me it hurts
I want to understand her
Her pureness says
I have nothing hidden
But she is still a mystery.
I would feed her my essence
But she sees no value
Or so it seems to me.
Recently she pricked many times over
Am hurt My
My heart cries
But I love this rose so much
But now at a distance I stand
With bleeding hands
*And a tearful heart
My tenderness draining with every drop of tear
All I want is to love and care for this rose
And all I want in return is for her to appreciate it
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