Under the light of a half moon,
Beneath the willow,
You will find a heart.
Below the swirling tendrils of leaves,
Is where a love of was found.
It was transferred through a simple prick of a thorn.
Of course the rose was so enchanting that the prickly stem went unnoticed.
Once the first drop of blood emerged from the soft tissue of the palm,
Love coursed through the purple webbed veins.
Simila...