By Mairo-the-Poet:
I have built an asylum in my heart
For you my butterfly
Where disappointment won’t murk the waters.
I want you to kick me hard in the gut
I will squirm
But I will whisper your name ever so softly.
I will want you to tie my hands
And pull the string tight
I will wail, but will gently pat you on the back.
I want you to punch me in the face
Till crimson fountains drown my sobs
My smile will break forth like a new day
And I will still cling to you my butterfly.
Plunge a sword deep into my heart
I will die many times
But your tender affections will bring me back to life a million times over.
I love this game,
when you make me ache all over
Even if you bleed me dry
I will still love you with every ounce in my body .
Since the day when the flamboyance of your glamorous essence
Assaulted the very foundations of my being
I can’t wish the pain to go away
My pain loves you!
I will hang onto the ledge of your luscious lips
Till you bury me in the fulfillment of their promise!