Raw Tears Poem by Hebert Logerie

You're not the most beautiful
My sweet and juicy rebel
You're not the least ugly
From the valley, but you possess the remedy
Which can heal the evils of my heart, and soul.

Every time I see you, I die
Hot tears run down my face
I suffer, and I die like a savage
This love is brutal, these emotions kill me
This situation is worse than the classic stories.

The love stories of Corneille and Racine
The feelings that torture, hang, and kill
You are neither the sassiest lady, nor the least ugly
But you possess the delicious and divine remedy
Inside your voluptuous poitrine.