I love you like Frida loved Diego,
Forgiving you in my agony,
I paint you daily,
pigments upon love’s canvas,
lightening your shadows.
I am an enthusiastic admirer
my heart recognizing no other muse.
I cannot disguise my suffering.
perfume about my wrist and neck.
You are the Mussolini of love,
capturing and killing me
in cruelest gestures of passion.
You are missing from me;
I am lost without you.
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