Mine in love waylaid the hope of mine
Resist mine to cry, as of mine has taken away
Only words and still these words tear into the tender
In a dream divine, she was as mine, believed
Now has come no answer, where or why
How and who could have known
Trusting love, a fool is to dream beyond each moment
Be it mine, Mine to give and she has fed
As the tender bleeds; Then she, with laughter
Dagger be damned, for all Hell shall welcome her
Laugh dear lover; As sweet your virtue so be your bitter heart
Done is mine- She has spirited far from here
If Hell is mine; Then so shall mine be sought in Hell
Be her damnation mine fulfilled
(01/01/2024) Dialogue
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