My Hell


Oh love, cast me not into that dungeon called Hell,
which is life without you.
The sweet breath from your lips
not entering again my mouth,
nor touched by the hand evermore.
How can'st you love another,
when my soul has whispered your name
a thousand times?
When your lips have touched my hands,
my breasts, and we were intertwined.
From whence comes this abandonment,
and did I fail to see?
Love, oh love, tempt me not...into this misery



Kay Ekwall ©




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