Harmed my Amor

You speak, the words I hear,
It sleeps, but awareness draws near,

You harm, the one I love,
Now alarms, this thing is no dove,

It’s awake, you’ve been a fool,
Rage to slake, He will be cruel,

Now pain, will be your lot,
Little gain, from what you bought,

Your blow, to my amor,
Will show, what was hid in my core,

I’m not, all softness and mercy,
Though I ought, some say, to be,

Your bones, I’ll grind,
And moan, you will, in darkness blind.

Lightless, and alone,
Unless, my rage is stifled and not shown.

Despite my fury,
For what you've done,
To the one,
Who loves me.