Punctured Love
Had
we
but
word
enough
and
time
This
coyness
my
lady
were
no
crime
When
she
rows
her
boat
down
my
heart
Leaving
a
track
in my
shattered
soul
A
track
that
left
us
across
d road
I
have
been
shot
by
her
arrows
Now I
bleed
red
milk
of
grief
Sharp
pains
and
profuse
bleeding
at d
pores
with
dissolution
An
incarnation
of
infatuation
Thwarting
and
scratching
d
skin
of my
patience
I
pray
thee
dat
if we
meet
again
May
it
not
be on
a day
like
this
May
we
meet
instead
at
night
When
d
moon
has
failed
That
when
I
peer
at
thine
eyes
I
might
see
the
Love
dat
tore
my
Love
for
you..
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