I loved you, but not your ways.
I stayed with you, but it wasn't always.
I clasped your hand in mine, but
I loathed the carnal works of your hand.
I loved you but not your ways, you won't comprehend.
I looked into your eyes with love,
But your haughty eye didn't display love.
I kissed warmly and deeply your putrid breath in the mornings,
Yet the sharp words of your tongue
Cut me up so badly like a careless surgeon.
I pleasured your company, but not your devious ways.
I stayed with you, but it wasn't for always.
Your ways were against me like I was against the cruel odds
I persevered your foul ways,
Like a saviour's bare back persevering the lashes of the merciless rods.
I cherished some moments with you, but
I do not for a second reminisce about your canny ways.
I laid with you not always.
I was intimate with you but not your contemptible ways.
I wanted to stay with you but it was not always.
I knew that one day we'll have to part ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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