Arch-enemy of your enemies
Nor quite good enough for you....
For I sometimes you sorely grieve
Thereby your enemy too!
And when I see your eyes look hurt
It pulls me up then short:
That I have cut unthinkingly.....!
I then myself abhor.
So Mommo dearest, I love you.....
I wish me good enough
For all the love you give to me.....
Unworthily I love.
26NOV10