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Confession to Ones King
written by Misery05:09 AM 3/10/05Love, my dear boy How I do adore you so. Take me as yours and thou shall have me by your very side till the end of eternities time.
My words of love, forever written held in the pen of my loyal blood. The royal blood which lies within these veins would be yours within a second of time. And all my words are all but true, none of them a petty lie.
But my love, My king, to you I must confess. There is one thing that plagues me most of all. No matter how much I love you, I feel as if I am not the one that thou does which to be held by. Loved by.
And still I will stay beside, and listen to your as well as you shall let me. And linger upon every word. But love, shall I feel that I shant ever know your feeling of true love. For it is masked within your hatred of one. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Genocide Reaper (3-10-2005 - 05:20 AM)
| I don't think there is anything else I can say. Except what I have already written love. |
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