o my love
i miss you, even though
you are not with me
i still long for you.
punish me, banish me, do what you will
send me to hell and the burning furnace
meant for those tyrants of men
but please grace me with just once with your smile
your butterfly eyes and the caress of your lips
so that i may go to the gates of death a content man
who knows nothing more than to have felt the love
of his love
and i shall die gladly
if it makes you happy.
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