Kill me if you will not love me.
Here are flints;
Ram down the heavy bullet, little leopard,
On the black powder.
Only you must not shoot me through the head,
Nor touch my heart;
Because my head is full of the ways of you
And my heart is dead.
Song of Syria.
Handing Over The Gun
Edward Powys Mathers (as Translator)
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Poem topics: I love you, song, touch, black, heavy, powder, heart, love, head, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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