Today I saw my love,
And jump did my heart fully.
In love, did I to shove
Myself to ask her truly,
“Shall we be one, once, and stroll
on lover’s night to all?
Grace or hate shall me befall
On thy heed holds my all”
Yet my love, so low below,
Killed hate, loved lust, kissed sorrow.
So on her plea to flee,
It could not be for me.
Not my love is pure, not my looks too bold,
Your bloodened hands just on that night to hold.
- January 24, 2006
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