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My Queen

My love - the statue of the purest marble,
Though in her coldness so alive.
How ruthless is my queen in her affection,
How sad my queen in her delight.

Oblivion holds her in its caring arms,
Them she prefers to arms of man.
She makes no trouble to a virile heart,
Her sadly covered loins hide no desire.

I gently parted ivy tangle
And scrutinized an alter in her chest.
But there I found - no surprise -
Two guttered candles and eternal rest.

I took her hands so sparkling white,
They seemed a trifle warmer than my own.
And on her face of pallor bright
I saw her eyes before unknown.

And in her look I saw this fevour
That you won't find in holes of mine.
My mistres wears her doleful carcas
To hide her beauty from the orbs of thine.

Oh, how divine to me she stays,
Beyond all evils and disgrace!
She is the one i do embrace
To play the cello of my veins!

10.05.2010