o love - my achilles' heeli paid tribute to this god
a sacrifice given all too delightfully
and foolishly
i was only a mistress
dear, i am not bitter
but i was only your mistress
and now i mourn the loss of what i thought was love
i remember
with the light hitting your eyes
reciting another's words
and in the memory, i turn my heart away
thank god i don't need you
i've turned to my oak grove
and i'll wander by myself
i told you the truth
perhaps i love too easily
i'm beginning to think i'll always be
the mistress of the wood
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Great imagery
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