Suffer my desire

The more I love him, the more he hates me...
I swear to him by cupids most powerfull bow I never meant to hurt him although he hurt me, like a cut in my wrist that is stil open ‘till today... I still think there is some love wich unites our souls and makes love flourish like a beutiful flower coming out in spring, but yet my love for him faints like the rain falling in the snow thy love for him won’t ever got away thou him either.
Then I must be thy friend for no shame you must be thy lady no shame in love while that flees with thy shame thou thy river shall always flow slowly just so as your love for the boy whom shall be washed off...

Dark Child