Love – Crazed,
I embraced
The
ploughman’s son,
Love-Lorn I
traced
That he is for
me;
Love-Born, I
embraced
He the village
born,
Love-Crazed, I
engaged
(clutching me,
he sake-God)
Clutching me;
a straw-man is his arms
Standing near
water, and thirsty,
Looking
restless, breathing so heavy,
Yarning,
humming, weeping, fainting
You, for whom
I forsake,
Shame,
chastity, honor
He laughs,
scorns, and smiles so swiftly
Because he has
travelled me completely
Repeating ,
you know me and I know you
Now sees me
and just I am alien
Reason rambles
in my head
All that I
asked is, vermilion only.
All that I
need is vermilion only.
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