Of all the mannerisms that I despise ...
I like you least of all
You bend my heart,
addle my mind,
and I cannot grasp you...
To force you to stop.
You are love incarnate ...
beauty which will not abide by me,
You are light ...
even at your most dire
I am dark,
Soil at my greatest.
Do not draw upwind of me
Your sweetness is maddening
And grant me one wish
Blind not my eyes again with tears ...
for I cry I CRY
everytime your beauty reminds me of my nature.
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