Saturday, October 8, 2016

Choice or Option


He that gave me milk from wisdom

Snow me to dust when it shines

Smile not I presume my desire

Joy is but a bell


Rung in distress for wealth is but rain

The season is time, and the reason is love

Love me not for wealth

Magistrates of doom and decadence,


My choice is not your option.

Choose me or marry to your him

If love was a human, I shall die a slave

Imprison in your heart and lock with betrayal.

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