Wednesday, June 13, 2012


A woman comes in the name of love;
a mother leaves because of love.
Suffused with an orange poison,
your face is like a moon,
sound asleep in your heart,
walled in by darkness and cold.
What is the matter with them,
Leaving one’s heart to be scorned?
And for once I witness heaven’s work,
through the eyes of Eve;
what’s wrong with love?
I will surely return when the moon is full,
to ask again of her love,
not for her, not for anyone,
but for myself…because I want you!
And that is all.

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