• The envelope you sent was closed in blood,
    But opened with my nail all painted the same.
    Your letter tattered, drawn with tacky bud,
    Smelled of your tears as I called out your name.

    My 'alabaster' hand left greasy marks
    Where likened you my hair to 'sunshine ray'.
    My 'starlike eyes' drooped heavy at remarks:
    I merely yawned with lips like 'the rose of May'.

    That blood? Spilt dropping from your heart that broke?
    Those tear stains spattered from the flood you cried?
    A long-dead poet once that blazon spoke,
    But such fine phrase your love does not confide.

    No more, I pray, say all these lines adieu!
    I need hear only, and say: "I love you."