Through thistle, a path I cleared,
So you may see what waits;
That all my love is yours,
Should your desires meet with mine.
Though treacherous you know I am,
I still want my sweetness known.
Though my hearts passion runs black,
I still want my vulnerability cradled.
What you see, you will crush.
Our hearts never to be tethered;
Hearts can’t want what’s not wanted.
But at least you did look.