Éros oblige
It is with heavy hand
I hold the Feather:
my Soul to pour its
Sorrow
– I have loved –
my sunny dispositions
and searched for them
– Serenity – I longed for it!
Severeness comes with His favours
to me
– Sincere apologies, my Lord!
Since I can’t be the way
You scream for
I must seek
– either surrender
or better yet – skip away!
Since I cannot …
Your whims suffice
I think it best
– through your fingers –
Slip away…
Surprise!
I managed for You
Myself to Sacrifice!
Suspense!
It signified but Null to you!
It was my Sin
– you gave me Sense to see
Your true
Spirit – sacred!
but as all know:
L’amour oblige!
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