Apr 14, 2014
Fire runs through my body—the pain of loving you. Pain runs through my body with my love for you. Sickness wanders my body with my love for you. Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you. Consumed by fire with my love for you. I remember what you said to me. I am thinking of your love for me. I am torn by your love for me. Pain and more pain. Where are you going with my love? I'm told you will go from here. I am told you will leave me here. My body is numb with grief. Remember what I've said, my love. Goodbye, my love, goodbye.
Anonymous Kwakuitl Indian of Southern Alaska, 1896