And I tell her her elements to save
lest she consumes them in her crave
to satisfy no one but me.
Just me.
My maiden's a rainforest;
her members at their best
at night give me no sleep with rest.
They, while down even without pose
my passion arose
My maiden has no sunshine.
With wind she defines her climes.
Different heights of emotions do rhyme
to block shafts of light
that should make her bright
No, I cannot survive in this silt.
Here sticking, there sinking.
"Let's end it", I say without guilt
Staring at me she's thinking
"Oh my soul, my soul, you just killed't"
Enjoy. It's why I wrote it :)
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