Another poem I post to you all.

"To my Ave Maria, you have captured my eyes and fluttered my stomache,

Never have my affections been so tested,

My Maria,

To build up my soul so I may ask for your hand,

But you turned that palm against me,

I suffered through the bitch's burn,

My throat swelled and eyes turned sour,

So much time to heal and my confidence in another, gone,

My Maria,

What did I do, what can I do,

Now, I do not change for you,

I will help you but I will not save you,

I may die alone, but you'll die without me, a choice you made,

A choice I respect,"