My heart is split into two
Between I can continue and the other I would be shunned
I don't have the callus for such ignorant human beings.
With their slanderous and serpentine tongues!
Would compunction overtake these, Nay!
I am diffident amongst men
I am paltry,
Nothing to them!
I am malleable yet fallible,
My life is a nebulous trepidation.
You, my lover are but a pittance of my imagination.
I have been quelled by men and women
This dirge is not for them, but for you.
My gauche lover, whoever you may be.
Whatever dauntless forms you may betake.
I am callow, and you may very well be my first mistake.
This declivity is precipitous.
You have filched my heart.
Now it is undoubtably yours to take.
Yet I must say,
This nirvana will not end today.
Not with this poem
Nor with my forthcoming death.