To Hate Love Poem by Stefanie Fontker
To Hate Love
My soul is unholy,
Though you would eat it
As though I were swine.
Comes evil here, quietly,
Where you are unwelcome.
True is the heart of
The ignorant white knight.
I know how well you follow,
Whispering in repetition
My one hundred and one sins.
Watch not if your sex,
Burns at the sight of
My happy and swollen lips.
Bibles are sharper than knives.
This is an incredible poem love. ;) equality shall be ours one day.... ^_^
I like the flow here, and that's a killer last line. (I live in the bible belt myself, so I am partial to 'bible' references of a certain sort, hehe)
I like the flow here, and that's a killer last line. (I live in the bible belt myself, so I am partial to 'bible' references of a certain sort, hehe)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 6:05:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sweet Stefanie! Sweet Stefanie! You feed my soul with your creative thoughts, to read you, is my geatest joy! Thank you dear friend, I may follow your say and run to read 'Crimson love' a bit. Good day.