An Ode To M.P. Poem by Àrsaidh Àrsaidh

Alas! Why thou look so scared,
When thou see my shadow passing by;
As if I was too filthy and hideous to dare,
But it is not a matter as long as thou not cry.

Punish me for the imprudent movement,
With thy sacred lust of affection;
But don't let it be thine amusement,
To see me grieved over affliction.

Thou hate me or not,
Thou will finally see;
My love for thee is an unfettered plot,
Where all the flush and lust fly free.

[*june,13rd 05*]