All of my love - held on-top of a pin,
I can barley fit your love in this room,
Makes me want to cast away all my sin,
A love like this is rare as a red moon,
I can't remember how your lips did taste,
That taste fades away with the memory,
But your love shall never be put to waste,
It is all that I have left; can't you see?
Does your little heart have in it a dent,
Or do you lock it away in your chest?
I gave you up like sweet things during Lent,
My will, so strong and so undone, obsessed,
We'll suffocate under love and love's weight,
We'll infiltrate thunder and meet our fate.


-Jamie F. Nugent