None of your stone-edged jibes
Could make me feel bitter,
Or regret having loved you.

The warmth of your smile,
The comfort of your breasts,
Is branded on my memory.

Enslaving my heart
To the mistress of your passion,
Now you're distant.

The shackles were smashed
Into a thousand pieces,
Crashing through my life.

Like shattered glass they have become
Encrusted on my mind, filling me
With the blood
That your heart
Never bleeds.

Your tears are those of a crocodile,
Your cold eyes look for the next lethal bite.

All those tears drowned your love,
But I clung on to the driftwood,
Ebbing, flowing, with the tides of your mood.

Uncontrolled by the beauty of the moon,
Or the brilliant light
Of a summer sun at dawn.

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