Yes I fight you--yes for us
A raging love's rightful lust
New becoming day by day,
Loving woes and wants away.
Yes, I trust you--yes to you
Hold my heart, marked whole and new,
Full of darkness, feigned delight
Reigns the noiseless rule of night.
When I love, what have I left?
You have brought me all your best.
This shall carry, shorn and cruel
Married, mournful, forlorn, a fool.
All I am in pockets pressed
All our poor souls once possessed
Each to other, eager, thrust
Beseech thee, lover, dawn to dust.
postscript
DFC day 28. The diebhidhe is a Gaelic form with lots of alliterations and seven syllables per line. kiwi-damnation.deviantart.com/…