• I'll love him tell the day I die,
    what if that's sooner then he thinks?
    I'll love him with a heart so true,
    unbroken, unshattered,
    I hold in my hands, something,
    not seen directly,
    but on the faces,
    of sad, lonesome men and women alike,
    my love impure,
    tainted by that of which I hold,
    Hatred,
    the word tasted metalic.
    He kissed my lips,
    the metalic taste replced,
    by a taste too sweet to be named,
    what I once had been holding,
    now long gone,
    I couldn't resist,
    the undying urge,
    to hold him close,
    protect him from the world,
    I'll love him,
    hold him,
    make him my world,
    he is mine,
    and no one elses.