Love Lost, Catullus
To whom dost your heart belong Catullus, to me or to God?
Who am I but a woman, to compete when so flawed?
I do not know what yearns in your soul,
But I fear for my own, the death knell dost toll.
It’s cold gnarly fingers grasp at the hem,
My aching love it will forever condemn.
To whom dost your heart belong Catullus, to me or to God?
Who am I but a woman, to compete when so flawed?
Warrior Princess
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