No clarity can wipe clean the love I give to you Unrequitedly famished, from feeding only one alone.
Not a poet, but I’d milk every word for your love, Break every law of the world, all whiles knowing you’ve painted upon another’s floor. Days come days go, every morning it’s always a different song played. Nature alone entertains my broken heart Never has such accidie been maimed.
So I plead! Love me before the quietus of your quiddity comes to a foreclosure in this life we’ve rationed.
Even if you’ve feign every exertion of your body There’s no better admiration of a fabulist of this nature