I am ashamed of my heart.
And ashamed of my head.
But far more ashamed, am I, of the body,
Which threw away what both had said.
I am ashamed of my want.
And ashamed of my thoughts.
But far more ashamed, am I, of the doing,
Which lead me away to be lost.
I am ashamed of my love.
And ashamed of my plans.
But far more ashamed, am I, or the weeping,
Which I allowed at his hands.














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