Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.246

From Email:	Required Email Address Not Valid.
To Email:	Email Address Not Valid. Required
Subject	Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem	He said that he had hurt himself on a wall or that he had fallen. But there was probably another reason for the wounded and bandaged shoulder. With a somewhat abrupt movement, to bring down from a shelf some photographs that he wanted to see closely, the bandage was untied and a little blood ran. I bandaged the shoulder again, and while bandaging it I was somewhat slow; because it did not hurt, and I liked to look at the blood. That blood was a part of my love. When he had left, I found in front of the chair, a bloody rag, from the bandages, a rag that looked in belonged in garbage; which I brought up to my lips, and which I held there for a long time -- the blood of love on my lips.
	Type the characters you see in the picture Required