By Any Other Name Still

I bleed in painful rhapsody just to hold you
In a way I myself don’t quite understand; 

It’s as if you’re always flailing whenever you’re dancing with the wind. 

And I can’t stand it, I can’t take it… 

The droplets of dew on your soft, red cheeks 

Each one of them I’ve tasted and longed for with all that’s left of me, 

Oh just like how I’m still longing for you 

Even though you’re mine now 

(Or so you say…) 

But no, I won’t pull you off your frail beauty, 

Though I know in my heart it could only mean the end. 

That my breasts will smell of you no more, I fear not 

That red won’t be as soft as it was before, I fear not 

That all I’d be left with is the rusty aftertaste 

Of my rue relentless, I fear not… 

For my only dread is that in my hands you’ll wither 

And die in solitude. 

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