I write to her within my frenzied chamber, where bereavement over gold wins beyond all and any measurements! Hatred, a darkened abhorrence I discover, bottled up inside all that I am and never sought to be, but she is there and I lie! Her birds soar with causal grace all day and even a portion of the nightfall! God, how she drives me entirely senseless! I yearn for the trace of her redemption and salvation has never been my stronghold! As the moist light radiates from her cheekbones, her sin intensifies my feebleness for desire after midnight prayers. Apples to kiss, pears to strangle upon, I run to her as my only way out! A prison she remains and I, her only heartfelt rapist.