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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Author:
Black Willow (
Offline) - Published: October 15th, 2026 00:45
- Category: Love
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- In collections: To Sam My Dearest.
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