As we spat thorns, flashing

our horns to our foes,

I pulled you closer.

My defenses

formed heart strings

that collaborated in harmony,

the molecules intertwining

freely into a wall — not

the Donald Trump wall

— a barrier

that separated us

from this cruel world.

Sense refused to be smitten

with my words,

for your heavenly presence

was woven with

undeciphered grandeur

that perplexed

even the brightest minds,

leading rational thoughts

into lustful dreams;

that was the definition of love.

Or so I thought.