When light attack with much intensity,
I think of you and soon hold no regret.
Stunned am I by thy generosity,
By heart, not foes, may I gladly forget.
To death's bed I'd go with thyself unseen;
There our burdens shall never be oppressed.
If you wert light, I'd love you though thy mean.
Thy kindness so wonderfully expressed,
Your love has a darkside, on should ne'er say.
Thy love like a poison rotting thy heart,
Your love makes me merry although only for day.
Thy darkness paints itself like modern art.
No light or darkness do I yet hold fear,
Because your love is like drunken bad beer.
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Pale Soul Sea (#Wattys2018)
PoetryHe would chip away at my cold exterior dodging shards of ice until I was no longer hard, but even though he cracked through the surface. . . My heart would not melt.
