Kill me with soft words of love
Irritate both fate and death,
Love Crimson, by killing all she is,
Let love be, but hate with all her passions.
Martyr that of thyne heart
Eat away at every scarred part.
Gorge on the feast I have provided
Eat like a king, you shall behead me the same,
Not all can be loved, but your passionate kill shows the most passion,
Toy with me, my death is evident, yet theres no murder
Let me die quickly as to not suffer your passions anymore,
You finally did it, you killed me with your nothings.
Amazing~and beautiful ~i love Crimson too... your images on this burning colour are very fantastically woven...! ! Thank you for your invitation~
Gorgeous. I've found it is extremely hard to give an acrostic a story but you did it and it is perfect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written words and a good poem!