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By Elvira

Black               is he color of
my true love’s
heart
her kisses denied
her virtue closed
yet,
how quickly                 doth
her
manner
change,
when   Royal Blood
descends

What price LOVE?
raised in title
destroying                   the troubadours
it is all shadows
What color Love?
Red as Blood,
as her lance pierces my
heart
Her face: smug
I forgive HER crime
I           give/gave                    my heart
in vein,
for her Visage
In return,                     the Lance        goes
Deeper

Black               is the color of my true
Love’s heart
widow weeds, blacken coffin
pomp – I hear NOT
I enter NOT
in her heart
I truly died                               for love —
NEVERMORE

2015