Woman you’re my poison my vice
When you’re away I ache for you
When you’re near I bleed for you
Woman you’re my reason my reward
You’re the balm to sooth the pain
You’re the bandage to staunch the bleeding
Woman you’re my Curse my Blessing
You’re why I live
You’re likely why I’ll Die
Woman I’d have no other for with you
For every ounce of pain you give me I get ten of pleasure
For every moment in hell with you I get ten in heaven
Var J. Grimhope
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