Bluebeard's Love Poem

This great longing, this, as full of force as the wind; it throws daggers against my inside, which is more tender than you know. I will take her to be mine. We will wed in the winter; the snow is pure and it can be trusted. I will take her heart and lock it in a small stone box so it cannot betray me; I will bury her smile in the deep and lonely woods so it can smile for no other.

Author's Note

This poem is not told from my perspective, or the perspective of anyone I know personally. Just so you . :)