Love Stab Love Poem by George Samuel

kind pity
How furious hast thou fumed
And smell dirty
When thou give warmth
Whisper or words

The dark must but bear thy anguish sword
That splits merry sleep into two
Of such end that has love to owe
Bears much beautiful names
Or lavish tears that fall the same

To a dear dirty mind
AS much as its with love that's far kind
For as they have spoken for love
Love would rather remain silent and slowly move