Speak gently,
Sweet angel,
Lace your words with poison
If poison is in your heart,
But let your hand not falter
As you administer lethal dose
To the words I drink in
Love will cover all
For it is blind,
Deaf,
And immune to what you may say
In attempt to break hearts
(I feel I need more than one
To hold all my feeling for you).
Swill your unvoiced darts
Before speaking them
And let them not be sugar coated.
But oh! how I wish
That these words might
One day
Hold love.
Though I not be immune to feeling
I would welcome a faint trace
Of any word I may call love,
Though it may be more deadly than poison.
Immunity takes more exposure
Than you or I have yet seen.
A heart is a terrible thing to waste.
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