Men who feel love

never lack a good heart,

so I wished my soul bound to his.

There was painful desire,

and the fire of yearning;

how, then, this did I miss?

 

It was clear as day

that the obvious way

was to carry his heir in my womb.

So, I nursed his wounds,

torn flesh by better men,

and in the water, our love there did bloom.

 

He’s of honest hearts,

but only to mine;

devotion never misplaced.

I traced all the scars;

the beautiful art,

the terrors of all that he’s faced.

 

Honey and pine

on a gleaming night,

transgressions of thine untold. 

What question is this?

From the start of time,

came I from thy perfect mold.

 

Fear not, love of mine,

for I’ll give you the sky,

these walls no longer barren.

This shall be known;

Man and Woman together

reach beyond the heavens.

 

He made me his wife,

and I thought I knew bliss,

to belong to a man such as he.

But I bore him a son

and I knew I was wrong

when, in the boy’s eyes, I saw the sea.

 

Too many reasons,

go far beyond love,

why I need a cruel man such as this.

Men who feel love

never lack a good heart,

so I wished my soul bound to his.

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— A.M. Sención

2024