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if thou wilt not love me.

If thou wilt not love me,
Cut free thus weightily head,
That ails dearest death,
Longs empty breath,
And steel blood from thy veins,
Forfeit all shallows beneath thy face,
Remember me not,
Caressingly bladed force,
cut away thus minds mind,
Take thy eyes vision,
Don't fear thus,
Nor tearful cries,
Draining piece,
by piece,
Bloody coatings,
memories bent,
Tortured aroma deathly scent,
Crack my spine,
Set my spirit free,
Thou wilt not love me,
Surrender me to thus darkness,
Concealing thy hearts heart,
Burning fleshly part,
Cremation is my consolidation ,
Sweet still thus heart beats more,
Squeeze it in thy hands hand,
Blackened by thy denying love,
, drifting now to thy,
destination above .

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Ravindra Kumar

Appear boldness,...brave voice,..delivery in the tone of Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt,...Opening lines areĀ pulse of the theme-

"If thou wilt not love me,

Cut free thus weightily head,

That ails dearest death,.."

Love With High Regards,

Ravindra Kumar

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you with huge smiles and warmest heart, love to you dear Ravindra xx

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Georgina Richardson

A lovely poem and an interesting read. Well written and well thought through. Love G xx

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you Georgina, this was a free flow, continuum write for me, of 5 minutes, I'm amazed at the kindness show towards it, i find the more i actually try to focus on something i get writers block, i tend to stay away from other scripture it has a way of polluting your own styles, much love to you sweetheart xx

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