Wrote this last year as a response to a quote from the Dream of Scipio
"Woman of darkness,
Wisdom touching the light"
I hold you in my mind
For endless days of suffering
One exchange of emotion
But still, a memory that will last until death
I create more images than I perceive
I hate you
With utmost disdain, I long to treat you
And yet nothing will ever turn me away.
How can something as joyous as love
Be hidden behind dark, tainted cloaks?
I love you
The soft interaction of lips, I've written about for so long
Two years of desire.
You fill me with passion
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