from a crooked man…

by kholinar

No, my dear, I would not change thee,
though you mock me just to spite.
No, my heart is not unseeing
it views each wrinkle, however slight.

Yes, the jagged sometimes tears me,
rips my blissful heart a hole.
Yes, the light may show you tired,
eyes so dark, I hardly know.

No my dear, I would not change thee,
though all your pretty features fail.
No, this love will stand unflinching,
until we pass beyond the veil.

Yes, our tempers may arouse us,
locked in strife like men of old.
Even then my heart will love you,
as our sword-like tongues cut cold.

Maybe there is petty love,
Maybe we can be.
Maybe I am far too starstruck.
Maybe you are bent as me…

Maybe I already know it. 

Yes, my eyes would glance away from
all those crooked, sinful ways.
No they will not soon forget them,
they do not escape my gaze.

Yes, my soul is just as evil,
lurking in the shadows grey.
No, my dear, I would not change thee,
I love your all, for all my days.