When I looked into your eyes
and beheld your flaming hair,
I felt the weight love implies.
The snow banks were on the rise,
but warmth replaced the cold air
when I looked into your eyes.
From between your round, smooth thighs,
kissing you with divine care,
I felt the weight love implies.
Then I saw through your disguise,
and saw dependence and despair
when I looked into your eyes.
When I found your stash of highs
and you said, “last ones, I swear!”
I felt the weight love implies.
On the day of your demise,
I kissed you, I stroked your hair,
and I looked into your eyes.
I felt the weight love implies.
-Zero
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