Blood Thirsty Until the End

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!

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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