Love me not, if thou shalt knowest,
my heart roams faraway, distant from-
my body, aching and bleeding,
from the deepest core of it. The love
...
The warmth of the mighty sun pains me.
It's enticing affection burns me from my -
crown to my soles. It bothers me deeply.
My appreciation to it used to grow significantly,
...
Love Me Not.
Love me not, if thou shalt knowest,
my heart roams faraway, distant from-
my body, aching and bleeding,
from the deepest core of it. The love
It perceived, never was unfeigned, -
...so now the heart roams, someplace-
alienated.