A Lover's Reply
I have thought about it
Without acrimony
This censure of our matrimony
And I am more sure of it
How long ago I fell
Deeply in deepest love with you
My nerve and every cell
Saturated like a night with dew
Brings the fragrance of my strength
Where even heroes and saints lament
Sniff my courage
If you cannot measure my love, I
Of your faults am not without knowledge
But for faults and you I pine and sigh
Because my love is true
But why, I have no clue.
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