Look at this flea, and you'll understand that what you're denying me is very trivial. The flea sucked my blood first and then it sucked your blood. Now our bloods are mingled in the flea's blood. This mixing of bloods is not a sin or anything to be ashamed of. The flea now grows big with a new life inside it. The little bloodsucking flea has achieved much more than what we as lovers have attained.
I think Its B just for sum point thought just ignore this
Where is the poem? I could help if you uploaded a picture
