Jealous of the utmost bliss
Found in a lovers' kiss.
I'm dark inside from hidden shame,
One part life to two parts blame,
As well I die without a name.
Hear me now my helpless cry,
Arms flung out to open sky,
Today is not the day I die.
Chance is broken with me here,
But no-one willing to lend an ear,
Still, what have I to fear?
Is now the time to be filled with pride?
Is now the turning of the tide?
Yes: your arms invite me inside.
NOTE: This is purely fictional. This didn't happen.
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