Monday, November 1, 2010

Why you will leave me

Poem by Marc Aupiais

You know how I strenuously object,
Or am selfish,
And act not set!

I am weak and love you,
Yet with every betrayal,
The more around your little finger I am wrapped!

The more danger there is love,
That you'd leave,
I'd have nothing left,
Only life and suffering,
Perhaps wishing my death,
If you left!

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