If Love is Blind Then I Do not Want To See Again. I See No Way Out but This Knife To Cut Me Free from My Despair. Cut Me Free from This Heart for It is no longer of Any Use, My King has Cast Me out To Roam without A Country. I Would Search Out Love Again but There is No Duplicate. No Other Hands which can Cup My Breasts, No Other Finger Tips which can Penetrate Me, Give To Me back My Identity as You Have. Your Being has Resolved It's Self in Me And Taken Sharp Aim. This Solitude is no longer Acceptable. Go Find Yourself Another Pastime. I Curse You Love, For You have Shown Me not The Way to An Everlasting Happiness
