I have sold my soul to love you,
I didn’t know agony is what you do,
But you love me so deeply and go under my skin,
Because our love is the purest feeling.

Please love, look at my arms,
Look at your lovely, decorative harms,
My skin is now bruised and purple,
Flesh no more yet you dig deeper,
Dig down and down even more,
Until I decay, it’s for sure.
© anaelmallory