A Poem to My Lady H, For I Yearn

  "I knew that in the time to come, I wouldn't be able to kiss your lips sweet as a starry-eyed daydream for a reason I'd never know why. What I've let me be sickens me, a man of such a sweet, yet lethal sorrow."

  It's been a long time and many a fine lady since the last time I saw you. Our memories come flooding back treacherously every so often. Warmth of your hands wandering along my hair and my back haunts me, as though you moved in my veins and will not leave until you finally block the blood flow to my heart and give me a painful heart-attack. It's pretty hard to confess for a man with such a holier-than-thou attitude like me, but bear in your to-die-for mind that I yearn for you lately and continuously.

  My trembling body to be slaughtered

  For just a kiss upon your smooth thighs

  Or maybe your wise lips

  That call for me not.

  Oh, my sin most holy

  My grave most merry

  My nightmare most fairy

  My decay is your glory.

  Fire all the guns in the world without mercy to me;

  I shall not bleed a drop anyhow, for I bled it all for thee.