Your sweetness,

tender words,

are kisses on my dissected heart.

Scarlet with my idiocy,

a crown of shame.

Fool's fool,

parading in saint's mask

and desire's cloak.

In coward's court sits my throne,

a subject and queen

all to myself.

Love painted me a blind fool

or perhaps your sweetness,

tender words,

are thorns on my dissected heart.