Ode to Oxytocin

[tvcatbarn]

My hate for thee has depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of suffering and of cruel pains

That always do proceed the most despised of the day’s

Horrid and urgent needs, by sun and candle-light.

I hate thee freely, as I strive to fight.

I hate thee purely, as I hope that perhaps I can

Comments

[dark_daebereth]

I give you complete and utter understanding sympathy. Have a comfort!cookie.

And also... for making a poem out of it? You are awesome. Pure and utter awesome.

[tvcatbarn]

<3 you.

And thank you for the comfort!cookie. *eats rapidly* Yay!

It was begging for an altered poem. And Browning's 43 Sonnet was begging to be used. ^^!