Throes of Love, a poem by K. S. Lutso at Spillwords.com
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Throes of Love

Throes of Love

written by: K. S. Lutso

@kslutso

 

Oh! Lady Cecilia has better vision
Than this poor fool head-over-heels in love.
Who is mighty to save me now from Death?
For albeit I see Death’s flaming arrow,
Come hither from a lover’s bow well drawn,
Can’t I but mourn like the saplings thereby.
Oh! What a sacrificial lamb I am
Yet, very unlike Jesus, die for one;
And not all beneath a great many sins
Pile like Everest which now makes my grave.

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