Fear! Her love rings true, in hell-hearted ache,
That without her I cannot be explained,
She, being my reason, and dearest bane,
Again muses my lust to starving pain,
Proves out desire, restoring her reign.
Whom should I, in Vulgarity’s good name,
Thank for this delightfully absurd game,
Blessed with health and beaten down lame,
Again, again, and again to who's gain?

T.W. Jolin