First Love

If my wrathful heart doth wake
In your arms my soul will break
With thus I begin to bleed
Amongst the pain and planted seed
Upon my breast I hold you dear
Only to shed my mournful tear
Never to be within my grasp
Abiding the horrors past
Always will you be my love
Undone and unwhole

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