In Love

They say I’m mad, tis not true, I’m in love

Thou known through my actions, this moment

Glancing through his window on a cold night

Watching my love sleep peacefully in bed


No one is touching my beautiful dove

For he is obviously heaven sent

Just fair warning thou, come near him I bite

Nothing deserves to be in his presence


Cause we’re meant to be! Not you instead

He woke with me hovering over him

Vile pillow in hand I smother him

Leaning close to him I whisper softly


Don’t fret my love we have all of eternity

I told you, not mad.  Then stabbed myself.




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