Sins, Catullus

Sins, Catullus

Oh let us both not quibble,

Over the rights and wrong of sins,

Of whether I’m a sibyl,

Or thou the slave of jinns.

I shall trade my trinkets,

Thou thy venom’d air,

To save thee blowing thy gaskets,

And I from breathing quare.

Thou shalt feel the pain,

Of exodus from within,

I have nought to gain,

Except thy heart to win.

Dispose of aught I shall,

To see thee smile again,

To boost thy soul’s morale,

To hear thee say, Amen.

Oh let us both not fight,

Over our ever human faults,

Let us both these divils smite,

Release them from their vaults.

I shall make a prayer for thee,

To help thee on thy way,

To set thy body free,

To rid thy soul of grey.

Thou shalt hate me evermore,

As demons thou shalt fight,

But this Catullus, I do implore,

Stay with me through the spite.

Dispose of years I would,

To hold thee in my heart,

For by thy side I’m stood,

From here I’ll never part.

Warrior Princess