Love you seem to the phalanx that points
He from his tail, and thou from thy breast:
Of both is the mortal shoe,
That stirs in the heart, and so does not appear.

Without suffering evil you lead me to the point
Of hard death, and if I see not by what
I die, nor by what marrow
Your venom is around my heart.

Those who make their feet bleed in water,
Die without harm, for a new crime
Done to their king, by treacherous cunning:

I die as if I had, and if I had not done
Against love, nor treason, nor crime,
If too much love a crime is not called.

Posted by:Benjamin

Hello to all, My name is Benjamin, I am the happy father of 2 beautiful children. I have always loved to read, since I was a child, I isolate myself to read everything and anything, novels, comics, economic news, pattern and also poems. This is the reason for this site, because poems have allowed me to learn and strengthen my English which I must say was not very developed... thanks to the French schools. I would like to tell you about the books I have read in my short life (yes, I am only 34).

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