My demon has a name
By which no other name would do.
A name that's neither foul nor false
Nor under hatred's view.
Instead, it is a name
She earned with mouth and tongue and eye.
A name of flesh and heart and soul
For which we all would die.
My demon's far away
But still I call her name by sleep.
Her name is "Lover" – loved by me
With love that reaches deep.
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Rhymes in Red: a collection of poems by D. W. Christian
ŞiirA collection of poems I've written and am writing concerning love, loss, life, death, darkness, hope, and many other subjects.
