Must I ever, in my haste, feel such false passion vile,
That hurts more my lover than the twisted knife.
Such bad jealous nature which brings me to more bile,
And the very fear of losing love can lose me my life.
This sadness of hollow pain is to burn my naked soul,
It cries me tears of hopelessness and grates the grain.
I am given all the love from a heart which pays the toll,
In return, for my fear and jealously, I give only pain.
Help me love, overcome this sense of negative ploy,
Loose me chains so I can love as others I have seen.
Then pray me laugh with love, as lovers tend to enjoy,
The delights of give and take and joys of having been,
In that grip of love, within the clasp of loves' soft hand,
Kindly take what's offered in the sense of easy bliss,
Remind me the gentle stroke would in me better stand,
If I loved my love and trusted her with a gentle kiss.
This is a vow I solemnly give to my WildGypsy Rose.
THE SAGITTARIAN.