Love’s Executioner

The empathetic one with oar

Was silent with purpose

In destiny I crossed the river

With an obol in my mouth

To join my mélange of lovers

Winnow down the truths

For there was an eternal one

That my heart belonged too

She made me evaporate my lies

And surrender my soul

She was the nectar of my strength

And my last destination

In death’s paradise

I love, love, love.

© 2016 David Greg Harth

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