I love you truly, madly, deeply.
I want you to be content-
Like a new born lamb, Heaven-sent,
Nursing upon its mother deeply.
You crave pain, because
It reminds you of your childhood.
It must be difficult, being misunderstood;
But I am at a bit of a loss.
Should I regale you in further suffering?
Should I tie a tourniquet around your loins,
And throw the wishing well a few coins?
Is that the compassionate thing?
I love you truly, madly, deeply,
I want you to be content-
Like a new born lamb, Heaven-sent,
Nursing upon its mother deeply.
Your self-doubt, while charming,
May be clouding sun, moon and stars;
But you're shining from the planet Mars.
Lover, your desire is embalming.
It preserves the beast in me,
And nurses the child in you,
On the teat of blackest hue.
Your tears replenish the sea.
I love you truly, madly, deeply,
I want you to be content-
Like a new born lamb, Heaven-sent,
Nursing upon its mother deeply.
Your tears replenish the sea,
Putting paid to your father's grin.
Little girl, accept yourself and be free.
Guilt is the gravest sin.