The Salty Blood of Love
The salty blood of love, dear,
Drips off my forehead
To sting your eyes to tears
Because you find the secret, dear,
Encased therein.
And it blows apart your fears
When you realize
That I,
Dearest lover,
        Do not love thee.
written and © by David Spelling 9-5-87
layout © 2008 Dunn by Paul