A bunny so sweet,
its kept in its keep,
from a window she looks,
her gaze lingers below,
with a sigh she sees him go,
until he looked up with eyes a glow,
they meet at only at night,
when everyone is sleeping tight,
their love grew,
and before they knew,
danger started to brew,
he fought well,
but things will tell,
if they would hear the sound of wedding bells.
Her name is rose,
his name thron,
now you tell me:
A rose is nothing without a thorn.
- its been a long time i wrote a poem. ^u^