UnPoetia:Love Need Not Die
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- Love Need Not Die
- The thought of her brings bitter pain;
- Her stone stands mocking in the rain.
- The earth beneath it, cold and still,
- Holds her body to its will.
- I miss her warmth, her love, her touch,
- And think on her beauty, curves and such.
- I madly shake my fist and grin;
- I'll have her love just once again.
- I throw the flowers from her grave;
- Roll up my sleeves, grab the spade,
- And dig until her casket's found;
- Then pull my love out from the ground.
- Inside she's rougher than I remember;
- I do recall she was more limber,
- And her body, warm and soft;
- Not once did her arms come off.
- I hear murmurs in the distance,
- And quickly thrusting, seek to finish;
- I find release, in carnal bliss;
- A voice shouts, "Pervert! Please desist!"
- I start to run but find I'm stuck;
- And pry and pull, without much luck;
- Then halt my struggle, beaten, lost;
- I gave my love, but at what cost?