Everything I thought of her was a lie.
I know not her name.
The king's lover is a witch
She plays with hearts and ruins minds
She does away with peaceful lives
All for the effort of tricking her mind, her body, her soul
To think that she is loved.
I might love you now
But always remember that
You made me love you.
There will come a time when
You will be weak and you will die
And your enchantment will fade
And you will be left unloved.
- Your lover
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The Secret Love Letters of the Night Poet & Other Ballads
PoetryA king writes letters to his lost lover. A collection of free verses, prose poetry, and epistles. • Coffee Community Reading List Feature
