Those things I said

That made you laugh

Were words of praise

On your behalf


The prose I used

That made you cry

Although profuse

Were not a lie


The poesy sent

Of my desires

Where meant for you

To stoke your fires


This poem which

I write now of

Was only meant

For you my love


But what I wrote

You have neglected

And what I’ve said

You have rejected

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