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My beloved is not mine

He has another who is his.

My very soul loves him, seeks him,

Leaves him gifts of precious word-gems

While knowing he cannot alter-

And knowing this, I love him more.

The cruel stab in my heart

Is merely a mortal slice -

No cruelty intended,

No wish to be defended.

Let my heart blood form a cry:

My beloved is not mine