My Dearest Wish
As I’m made of fire, hell cannot burn
And made of darkness and hate, to hell shall return
But you, sweet love, are made of beauty and love
Whilst I, with my cruel nature and tempers rough
Don’t suit you, nor the mild nature of thine
Don’t love me, lest be infected with the bad nature of mine
So as I always wish the best for thee
My dearest wish is: keeping you away from me
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