words for justine

What is a man if not a thing of pure emotions wrought?

So gracefully disarmed is he by the tumult of his thought.

I darkly dream how sparring could be like a kiss

To those whom you adore you dole out love with fists,

Radiant you are, and merciless you seem,

Like Summer Sun that scorches you a garish crimson sheen

How difficult it is to write of you.

I bid these words behave, to play their task

To represent the subject true,

But god be damned it seems too much to ask,

Words for Justine act far too much like you.