This poem is a sequel to an earlier poem titled
YOUR NAME.

My heart battled in the trade of woes
For one look, overflowing with love ties;
Yet passion's conceit is a mirage of lies
Now, I ponder ways to avenge heartbreak's throes
As is, my desire to erase your initials before it's too late.
So I lust in beds with souls not tied to my fate
Yet the Fates have spun your thread with my soul;
Now unwinding it, is my sought after goal
Those letters that make my heart ache,
Written on sand for the wind to blow; to feel...