"Is it wrong that I should feel so good?
My heart filled-full to burst
My closing breath filled with soot;
Her smile as warm as a friend’s kissHer hair cool as morning dew;
I cannot help but fall on affection
That branches and births cousins of rejection;
That sweet tasted fruit, then tasted, now forgot,
Holds permanence; their seed that fell and grew
Promises and lies, all broken and untrue;
I bet on a soul, but I bet to lose."