I hope you know the deer is sarcastic
Dearest,
I cannot wait any longer
To put this sheet of silver
Between your two cells of white -
Through it like threading a needle
My dearest,
It is killing me,
To see you so far away but
I must face you now -
Before all is lost
Darling, my sweet,
I simply cannot wait
You cause me too much pain -
My heart, my soul,
My hurt all due to you
I'm sorry, my dearest,
Children cry, mothers die,
Fie, may it be on you
For their tragedy is your causing
So then I must come against you
Love,
Your impatient dear
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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