When All Is Done And Gone
Though many have said my heart is made of gold,
With kindness of insurmountable quantity
That which, some think, does make an *** of me,
But keeps me warm in the coldest storms of cold.
"I know not by what power I'm made bold,
But still you flaunt my insufficiency."
This gaping hole exists inside of me
That keeps me cold with no one there to hold.
Your words have done more harm than one can ponder;
They follow me no matter where my place,
And stain my mind like the hands of Lady Macbeth
You all have rent our ancient love asunder.
Take comfort, he no more shall see my face,
Whom I will love and will do till my death...