Amante
How do I love thee, let me count the ways
Suffering with loss, lying hands across
Struggling against fist chains, violent cry stains
How do I love thee, let me count the strains
Choking on Scarlett bile, lover worthwhile
Crawling on tainted guile, gentle yet vile
How do I love thee, let me count the flays
Bawling knees that toss, drag on top rose moss
Tearing flesh flow veins, vital bosom drains
How do I love thee, let me count the blains
Collapsing before exile, tears defile
Dissipating mind rile, need be senile
How do I love thee, let me count the preys
Nothing one more that will never purvey
By: Me