Answer:
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
I hide but my head is outside.
Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. Iām dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
Although I'm not an insect, some people found me very difficult to exterminate. They called me something like 'insane priest.' The first half of my name means the same as 'scrape,' & my last three letters are a metal. Who am I?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.