25 April 2012
I'm walking barefoot on a bed of thorns, My feet are ripped and sore and torn. I walk over the deadly spikes, The promise of your love in my sights.
That's what it feels like to be your lover, Treading carefully, and trying never, To mis-tread and scream and fall, To never be able to rise at all.
But to feel your warmth and breath on my neck, To feel the beat of your heart on my chest, It's worth the suffering and the intense pain, it's like a ray of sun in endless rain.
Your love is like a bed of thorns, It hurts me at noon and dusk and dawn, But I don't care, not one bit, 'cus I love you, and that's just it.
A Bed Of Thorns • Opuss № I