Drag your dagger upon my numb, blinded heart;
And let me kiss you—never to be apart.
That way of thy embrace,
one that makes my heart skip a pace:
it presses onto my scar,
all which only you caused so far.
O, how it harmonizes the pain and comfort.
I know not,
If thy love comes along with a dove,
Or a strike of an iron club.
Still, let me kiss you for it—
For I know not the feeling—
that odd concept of loving.
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 2:18 AM UTC
Drag your dagger upon my numb, blinded heart;
And let me kiss you—never to be apart.
That way of thy embrace,
one that makes my heart skip a pace:
it presses onto my scar,
all which only you caused so far.
O, how it harmonizes the pain and comfort.
I know not,
If thy love comes along with a dove,
Or a strike of an iron club.
Still, let me kiss you for it—
For I know not the feeling—
that odd concept of loving.