Whom I Love

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I thought it you, when all else had failed,
Yet faith shatters, when examined
Through cynical eyes. I could never have hailed
Lords greater than I. Service those marked sin

To find our perverted minds a new friend.
So, we may know the touch of pure kindness
On a shadowy night, while off the mend,
While feigning a newfound, holy blindness

To all our faults, and all I pushed away.
A pale, gaunt creature starves within my soul.
The morsels, scraped together, did decay.
Should she fail; then, our twin fate’s will lie cold.

Tearfully, you asked, “who would love me now?”
Love failed to relieve. Her will I avow.

Referenced In~

• Dear Anima
• Sylvie’s Poetry Portfolio