Tainted

Spare this mystery
Which slumbers still
For tasting it
Renders no glory
See in me
Only that which offers
You pleasure
And in your eyes
I will be true
No tears of mine
Shall ever leave
A stain upon your cheek
Nor a warm embrace
Speak wisdom
Of the heart
For from my breath
Stings tainted truths
Of everlasting empathy
Born from
A wounded soul
Consumed with admiration-