I love you seldom enough

Often it is far too humbling

To kneel before your image



To beg a second of your time

Be mine, be mine



And from within the dirt's own filth

There rises grueling son of guilt





No sooner



Than the first hour of the morning

Have you began to rise

Manacing

As if not for a tremble

Have I been spared to rule





















Numaidecat as veni la tine