Love came to me softly
Love came to me softlyAnd sat by my side
I gorged her with hatred
And smiled as she died
I teased at her body
And severed her breast
Then ravaged by hunger
Made a feast of the rest
Love came to me softly
Love came to me softlyChaos128 commented on Love came to me softly
08-25-2009
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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