For you, sweetheart,
I’d become a hit man
Employed at your discretion
If you merely ask,
That’s the depth of my obsession!
I can handle
Any extreme ravages,
I can stare death
Unblinkingly in the face,
I’m unconcerned
With where you travel,
I can live in any place.
I’ve seen your arms
Wrapped around many men,
I’m not jealous, sweetheart,
I’ll patiently wait my turn.
This is going to be
A wildly intoxicating romance,
We’re going to be
Criminally cool
And blood thirsty until the end!
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-thirsty-until-the-end/
