Stems breaking themselves over thorns
Ruining their structure for the faith of man
Degrading themselves to a seed
Only to regrow again
And produce a field of flowers
More sweeter than your tongue will taste
As women we find ourselves admiring marriage as if our worth relies on it
As if all that we revolve around is this courtship between a man and a woman
The honour and the beauty in marriage is between the love and the lover
Growing and friending for more
Love finds itself hoisting itself in groins further than its own roots
Embedding itself deep into the veins of the object
Do you notice how one bleeds from the eyes until all runs dies
No one understands this ecstatic bond between the two people involved
Even secret lovers find themselves yearning for what was and what will be
This taste like honey and dates
At the tip of the tongue
Sweetness laced on the lips of a lover
Do you not understand the power of poison
The beauty in love is truthful
But also can destroy