To a Siren
You enchanted
With the things you wrote
Your words
Held me like a Siren’s song
And drew me into love
With you sight yet unseen
Until
When I had lost my meagre strength of will
You showed me who you were
So lavished on me
all but all of you
it would have been ungracious to try to claim the rest
That failure then was mine
And only mine
A poor thing all my own.
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