To the one
To the one I will forever love
To the one I will forever cherish
To his small kisses of love, his tiny sacrements of bliss
To love and obstain, do all that is not to be selfish
The reason of life and love in he whom I will forever miss
To the one I will no longer love
To the one I will no longer cherish
To his small kisses of pain, his tiny obscene ways of such kiss
To feel all, as so he would wish
In all tenderness of ways that would have been his
Heart and heart is what they say
But not in this is all that I would pray
Life and love, all that is to be remebered of the
To that is what my heart is only to see
by Bianca de Lange
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