I know
you feel love
is just
a gypsy
shadow,

the moment
between day
and night
struggling
for light.


something you
can barely
see,

like blind
faith or
an unborn
child in
a woman's
womb.

and yet nothing
you are
able to
hold on
too.

sleep deep
under your
covers,

sing softly
your songs
to God.

it might not
be this
world that
you are
truly loved,

or you finally
know your
worth.

but in
his world
doubt will
not exist

nor *******
sons..

who love
you hard
with all
their might.

and then
spit their
juice deep
inside your
thighs.

and you
call it
love...