Hemlock Valentine
The image I imagined,
Alas! It has not passed.
For I am afire with carnal desire,
unquenched and dying fast!
My sweetest bane, I shan't complain-
you are my Love, my Death, my Pain!
Through my heart, a stake! Oh, do indicate
the grave where Love was lain.
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2014
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