Bless me with your poetry.
Declare thy love is true.
In darkness and in violence.
He tries to make me blue.

Lectures I'm a tempest.
Lashing loud with callous tongue.
Cold and harsh.
Hell on Eath be wreaked.
In Heaven I think not.

I so much beg to differ.
So,
As putty.
My soft heart is all I've got.
Swung upon a yo-yo.
As child's toy.
Kept it on a rubber string.
Flying up and down.
In and out of Victoria.
Queen of London town.

Destroying not his temples.
Never in a million years.
Not to make him cry again.
Justifies my kindness.
Wipes away his sulky tears.
By ladylivvi1

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