The Way I Love

Black Willow

Not many people

approve the way I love.

They find it so unwise

to give out a whole heart.

But I reason: I was nourished

by poetry, and religion

The only way I could give it

is sacrificial devotion.

 

My mother fears they'd despise me

Oh, so was the Son of Glory!

My ladies wish I had some sense

alas! I'm only seventeen.

 

The only thing I would not give

is this flesh and its misery.

In anguish, one day I will learn

Grief is the only thing returned.

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  • sorenbarrett

    A somber write in most mature words for a seventeen year old. You may find more than grief returned.

    • Black Willow

      Thank you! What could there be more than grief?

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome. Growth

        • Black Willow

          Interesting. I'll see about that



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