some prose

The walls that I built around my heart were once impregnable.
but when you walked through that door they began to crumble like the walls of jericho
and down and down they came collapsing in upon themselves at first i tried to built them up but it was all for not, now i leave myself exposed on all flanks exposed to the stinging arrows and the piercing swords, with no means of defense, i stand naked and bare defenseless likely a newly borne babe, you have the power to make these walls rise forth out of the ashes and turn them into walls of roses and lilacs, and we can be entwined like those beautiful vines...

You are like a rose who beauty is unrivaled, the morning dew drips off your pedals causing rivelets of rainbow in each drop, but you keep your thorns strong and sharp always ready to prick the passerby, to protect yourself from harm that you percieve from the cruel world, you stand alone and resilent in your beauty, but my love i wish to tend to you, but you grow fearful, to nurture you,to tell you of your beauty constantly, but you grow fearful, but i can remain persistent in your care waiting and hoping for one day when you may let down your guard and allow your thorns to fall away from your stem and let me into your heart...