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
