Brier Patch

Picking threw the brier patch.

He saw a girl and thought, “that’s my match.”

“I’m not a rose” the girl dispatched.

Yet her heart opened and became unlatched.

Her memories still haunt her and left a scratch.

So the man falters and becomes detached.

It was only her beauty did his attention catch.

What do you expect from thorns in a brier patch?