Their love was like a thicket of thorns, a path they had to fight their way through.
For him, the moment he fell in love with that person, a seed was planted in his heart.
The thorns took root and bloomed within him. That must have been love, for it left him pierced through and through.
Could the thorns of love bear fruit?
Could the two of them ever have a future together?
Your cuteness makes me want to nail you to death with a soul-killing nail. . .