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With love my mind
Is very narrow.
I've been hit
With Cupid's arrow.
Hope deferred
Makes the heart sick,
But a longing fulfilled
Might do the trick.
She would be
My tree of life
If she just
Would be my wife.
I'd treat her well,
Best as I could.
I'd attempt perfection,
As I know I should.
Her wish would be
A command to me.
Enslaved by her,
I would be free.
Until the time comes,
I will burn.
It's not easy.
That's what I learn.
Tolerating the passing of time,
A challenge in its own.
A deep depression in my soul
Has been tightly sown.
I don't live
But merely exist.
Chances with her
I feel I've missed.
Regret tastes so bitter
On my tongue.
Curtains of sorrow
In my mind have been hung.
Hanging next
Could be my neck.
Without her,
I'm such a wreck.
Ask of the Lord
And you will be given.
Then why lacking her
Am I still living?
Her love or my death
Is what I desire.
Life without her
Is like burning fire.
The 2nd stanza and half of the 3rd are based on Proverbs 13:12, which says, "Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life." I quote scripture again close to the end, implying I had asked God to help me date the girl or else I wanted to die, which is where the "Ultimatum" name comes from. I did ask, but I didn't actually tell God I'd rather die if I couldn't. Poetic license to exaggerate!
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