Pang!
I found a bit too late
that in the fold of
wings of love might lurk
a sharp knife of jealousy
I know not that
as strong as my trust of your love
it still pricked and wounded sharp
Will it heal or will it fester
to your wish I leave it
For here I bare it all
a woman I am
and tender is my feeling
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