Shall you etch upon my soul something wonderful?
Or brand me with delight, a mark,
I would come to dread.
Come.
Tread lightly upon my waters for,
I am sorry to say ‘sometimes’,
My harbors are unsafe.
I have fury yet I am calm.
I sing sweetly a sour not upon the throne.
Dive deeply into my shallow fortress
And plunger my barren chest.
Woe is the man who ignores a woman’s cry
Whether it is out of spite or not.
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