Believe me, me is here to weep for You,

Believe me,
me is here
To weep
To You,
Where your pens like ice
you so beautifully keep,

Believe me,
me will weep
All times,
For You,

But for me
me not expect a single drop,
Of blood or rain,
For my pen writes
Weeping for you,
my pens write
Drinking Your Red Wine, *
Holy
Like Your Bless.

(Note: * Holy Blood,
Picture courtesy: Ann Carruth, a friend, thank you Ann)

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