And the worst of me, jealous Jacob.
I sent you into the desert, naked and thirsty.
To your death sentence, to a life without love.
You, lovingly, looked into my eyes, dark of anger,
And smiled with yours, tearfully, tenderly.
I, taken by shame and pride, couldn’t look at you,
Couldn’t keep you by my side. I, prisoner of myself.
Your love gave birth to my freedom, it gave me wings.
You knew no other feeling. First, last and only man.
Obscured by guilt and regret; I have erred since.
But the night ends every morning, so does my blindness.
The spell dies at dawn and so do I. Willingly, eagerly.
Because Death kissed me and I kissed her back.
With I, your heart stopped, yet you still mourned me.
For true love dies not, these verses will keep me alive.
