A letter to the traitor11:35
You stabbed me once,
The third time you came again,
But I was ready with a cane.
You were smart,
You came disguised, wearing a mask,
Resisting you became a task.
You chanted your spell again,
It was hard to see through your feign.
You got close,
Just when you were about to strike,
I recognized you and your spike.
I closed the doors,
You entered through the windows.
I kicked you out,
And closed them too.
Now you cry there outside my heart,
While I live in peace and joyful art.
I won, you lost.
I won't let you win ever again...
Not until you are true,
Until then, dear love, stand in queue..!!