You are
Everything I’ve always wanted,
yet I never wish to taint, cause
the pureness of your heart
is far beyond
any other.
Sins of the past, they haunt.
Willingly, they will murder you,
and stain these hands that hold you close
with chaste

© 2012 | &velajune

This poem is taken from the short story, Carousel by Vela June.

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