Blacker than all the nights put together
Brighter than all the days
I have loved you in so many
Horrible, wonderful ways.
And when over my last bed
Some idiot preacher prays
Be sure of this one thing he says
I had loved you
And still love you
In so many horrible,
Wonderful
Ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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