Her Sighs Are Like Arrows

by Toby Abbot - Aquarius

Her sighs are like arrows,poison-tipped darts,
That pierce the heart, and thaw frozen veins, 
Her tears like knives, they tear me apart, 
I am bound to her, manacled and chained.

Her lies, jagged thorns,they become my crown, 
A diadem that draws blood with her crown, 
Her sins and her sadness are part of me, 
This is love's joy and perfect agony.

Birth sign: Aquarius
Date created: 2000-12-13 18:56:12
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:11
Poem ID: 58977

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