STEALING MY BREATH

                                         To F.C.

One kiss from thee is to be in hell
When thou kissest me so tight I feel
To the Devil my soul I think I sell.

Yet thy love I cannot have still
Oh, my bad angel, thou art well
To see me becoming lachrymose and ill!


As I’m here getting married to Lady Death

Be my lover and steal (again) my breath!


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