Off With His Heart!Burning deep inside me, is a question I need to ask
Revealing what's beneath the skin, behind this impassive mask
A question that has long lingered in memory cast in doubt
A feeling I admit, I nor whisper nor I shout
But it has overwhelmed me, to the point of no return
Because deep down inside me, this question persists to burn
I feel it rising silently, I feel in my throat
There is no cure for this feeling, no common antidote
"Pray tell us, Sir, for you rambled like a fiend"
My question is of a love that sends me to the guillotine
"Pray tell us, Sir, which Dear Lady pens this strife?"
My Dear Sir, my kind Dear Sir, that Lady is your wife.
Poetry by Shas Ramlogan
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Written on 2006-04-28 at 01:35
Tags Love  Affair
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