Vengeful labors bequeath their stain on me <br />that cannot be removed by acrid lye <br />should my soul be purified by the sea <br />entombed within her bosom I shall die. <br />Fitful Lady, loquacious in your speech, <br />your woman's flesh entices me in sleep <br />each day I rise to reap a newer dawn <br />and celebrate your beauty in my song. <br />Behind gold draped windows and marquee doors <br />there you stand like an art piece of decor <br />though you dress his arm in the godly light <br />am I not the devil you dream at night?<br /><br />Captain Cur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vengeful-labors-love-letters-to-a-lady-of-renown/
