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..