Lover Alcoholic

Let there be pain if it is to be, madness  meantime

Let me keep faith in the pleasure sublime.

Let me see truth – for I know it is there.

Let me be blind to my torment – for his heart is not aware.

Let me suffer and thus be enlightened, to return  only but goodness –

for he merits such kindness.

Do not let me hurt him  – for I would want his  pain  to abate.

Do not let me smother him  – for I would wish to emancipate.

Do not let me enrage him – for I would want only to appease.

Do not let me embitter him – for I would rekindle his trust in release.

Do not let me lose the purity in my anguish –

for above all;

I would want to be the essence of love and thus the retreat his soul, so  tortured does wish.

 

 

 

 

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