Love has its "point"
How life is with danger and of such
One must be gentle to give it a touch
Like how one sees a rose and is forewarned
To come over and grasp it, induce pain from the thorn
Many other things have love that surround it too
These certain things are "pointed" out in view
Like how the porcupine quills give no slouch
Yeah, go right ahead, grab it and you will say "ouch"
Dom*Colucci 2013
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