And should i not wake do not greave, <br />For the crimson red upon my sleave <br />Is there not because of some mistake, <br />The tear in my armour is not as bad, <br />as the slit in my wishful thoughts, <br /> <br />I woke in heaven <br />Heaven is not you, <br />I wish, I wish, Oh how I wish, <br />I had bled tears instead of that crimson love.<br /><br />Phil Whittaker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crimson-love-2/
