Unpleasant poetry that curses me and frees me.
I lack
his strength
his might
his charm
And I have not
his spirit
his light
his uncertain risk
I am not (unlike him)
a fire
a strike of lust
a dubious desire
And I will not
sing like he sung
kiss like he kissed
or love like he loved
but may God forgive me
I know I love you more
his strength
his might
his charm
And I have not
his spirit
his light
his uncertain risk
I am not (unlike him)
a fire
a strike of lust
a dubious desire
And I will not
sing like he sung
kiss like he kissed
or love like he loved
but may God forgive me
I know I love you more
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