Soft--Second Scripture
Love is a jealous thing to have in your breast
for it instills wrathful envy among the rest
so bold and cruel their discontent may come up
their flames and swords do rend the heart corrupt
i have felt their scarring bitter lust
and they have dis-served our once holy trust
they stole away my greatest friend
and without her I stand alone in the end
but for sweet passing moments i find
that i can taste a notion of similar kind
for brief heartbeats i remember when
the stars shone for me and you again
the trees and flowers are alive in bloom
and i am sitting with you again inside your room
the world seems livable up there in your loft
held in your arms so alabaster soft
but then comes death...
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