I know full well the shape of your face,
As well as I know your eyes,
I know too well the sour of your tears,
So cruel I hear your cries,

And I shall never curse your name,
Never injest nor hate,
For to curse an angel I curse myself,
A most unwelcome fate,

Just one lock of your long brown hair,
Just one kiss so untrue,
Just one breath from your stinging lips,
Is all I ask of you,

But forgiveness fair and forgiveness whole,
And never to feel my wrath,
For I have had one more entire,
Than anyone ever hath.

Journal Comments

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