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Forgive the depth of my devotion, dear,

For though I try, I cannot shake it loose;

Reason is overwhelmed when you are near,

And friendship is the tamest kind of truce.

So recently bereft, my arms unfold-

O, cruelty! to lose what they have known-

The thought of other lovers leaves me cold,

My wanton wishes are for you alone.

A beggar for your love, then, I remain,

Although my smiles proclaim I could care less;

Distraction is no cure, for tis in vain,

To fill with lesser men, this loneliness.

I wait, with empty cup and lips love-poor,

Hoping, ‘gainst hope, that you can offer more.

© 2016 Anne Yumi Kobori