Both
"The Beloved is so sweet, so sweet," they repeat;
I show them the scars where His polo stick thrashed me.
"The Beloved is terrible, a maniac," they wail;
I show them my eyes, melting in His tender passion.
I show them the scars where His polo stick thrashed me.
"The Beloved is terrible, a maniac," they wail;
I show them my eyes, melting in His tender passion.


