O Love! Poem by Adams King

O love! Love! Love!
Hurting like the last stabs of Brutus
On a sweet flower as Caesar's flesh
You brutalize and betray me

Did Hamlet compare your briefness
To his play before his mother Queen
and his uncle king Claudius
I say more brief are you

Like the duet between Achilles
and the Giant Bogarus
You brought me down dead
With just a sword swing

O love! Love! Love!
Repent from your evil deeds
Stay firm, undying and true
As you are meant to be