Eternal Grief

You told me that you loved me
but I unknowingly pronounced eternal grief.
For how was I supposed to know you
pronounced your love unfaithfully?

Love is like a flower with loving pedals,
and thorns of conflicting skins
But when out in the sun and with not enough care
there is nothing left than a small piece of nothing there.

So I proclaim on to you in all of your lies and hate,
that you will never be unfaithfully unto me
and under all of that I have come down to
simply this conclusion of thine haste

Love is hate; Lies are Truth; but unknowingly Truth brings love to lie
So here with me I stay alone and
faithful but not to you
To myself and it is me, because I alone will not say
I love you on the third day when time moves onward

On to thee I pass my words
for nothing; nothing is worth a lover's quarrel
So next time understand me clearly:
Do not pronounce your love unfaithfully





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