You preached to me your love messages
That reached me in very long passages
You used to long for my love
You refused to give me up
You really sweated to get me
From your trauma, you got rescued
For you to get into my heart, I cued
Our love was promulgated
Yet you were not investigated
The biggest blunder that I made
I have quenched your wild fire
You’ve met the core of your evil desire
You have done my heart la Pire
As a reward for being your dove
I cry fool for my sincere love
Ho! My meekness
Was it my weakness?
It was my compassion
Yet I never knew you had a mission
On my way to the peak of romance,
You pretended being my guider
While you wanted me as your ad hoc sex provider
A spermatic vat that you made me
You have turned me into a punch bag
All kinds of violence comes to me as a rag
My face is full of many a tag
My fellow God’s image, where is the love?
To drill outsized holes through my heart
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