Thorns With Love Poem by V P Mahur

A butterfly beautiful
Lovely and colorful

Wandered all around
And arose she found

You are sweet and soft
I love you the most
I aspire to touch in you
And feel your lovely hue

But for these spines fatal
I cannot reach your petal

Why you live like this?
It is you I always miss

My dear little butterfly!
I do not want to deny

Path of love is thorny
It’s not easy my honey

If love is your true desire
You must play with fire

Love is not bed of roses
It gives poison’s doses