Once
I
know not how long
I have lain in this bloodied field, nor
how
long you have held me.
You, who I once envied,
From
beneath the lowest stone,
Looking up at you in
your glory tower,
though I towered over your curly head.
You, who I once
derided,
From my throne of
power,
Sneering down at your
eager hand,
Though I did not even
deserve your esteem.
You, hold me in the
withering moonlight,
in my last desperate hours,
In an embrace I tell
myself
Belongs to the arms of a lover.
Will you,
Just for a moment,
once
kiss me as a lover might, give me
those soft, sweet,
kisses I have missed.
Please?
Happy St. Valentine's Day
