This is the last poem I will ever write about you,
Every poem before this that has been about you,
Retracted from me all poems written about you,
Each one, joyeux or tres mauvais, it is not important,
So read this, cry every time, because you too,
And no it was love, so cry just one time.
Your kiss still upon my lips sweet lamb,
Even your hug still lingers on my chest, sweet lamb,
Unsung is my love and why i had to do this,
Near to my heart, sweet lamb, i hold you dear,
Grant me forgiveness for the suffering i caused.
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