Edward Wright Haile
Zz 238 Femme Fatale - Poem by Edward Wright Haile
I am an ace. I have killed five lovers.
I red their hearts so perfectly they died
the instant I desired their lives were over,
each meeting fate convinced his heart had lied.
They thought they loved a soul. They loved my eyes
because my eyes at last told them they could.
And hateful is it to them to grow wise,
once love has beckoned to them from the wood.
I choose to be untouched and cannot see
to blame a girl if beauty is the lure,
and not the cure, where foolishness assembles.
So they are dust and I am hawkish free,
the queen of hearts and mercilessly pure
as blue from which an aviator tumbles.
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