"I'm not lustful."
I am.
"I don't mind."
Regretful, I am,
As now sorrow
Fills my heart.
Oh, how foolishly
I took for granted
And averted
The love I held,
For her.
That soothing voice,
Oh, how it
Stroked me-
How have I
Failed to notice
That for her
Sweet words,
I'd do anything.
Her eyes, beautiful
Beyond belief-
An apotheosis, indeed.
How they sparkle
Like gems
Beneath the Sun's domain.
With eyes like hers,
I wonder who'd
Fail to be enticed?
Truly, she is
Born from divinity,
A goddess cast
To save me-
From my corrupt
Heart. And so,
May she not
Detest me,
For my soul
Is not to
Be saved.
Lust fills my heart,
But her words, oh,
How they cleanse me.
Her heart exists pure,
Comparable to
The rarest diamond.
What had I done
To deserve her?
I pray I've paid
My overdue debt,
For losing her
Will cast me away.
Poetry of how I took my love for my lover for granted, and how I regret it now
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A Collection of my Poetry
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