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I sailed unaware into
the ocean currents
of her life;
and smitten, I
desired to ride
them with her;
somewhere
along
the ocean ways, a
seed of love
planted in the soil of
my heart had taken root,
and grew, only to perish
like
a young hope
that's fleeting:
though I loved her,
she still wounded
me like a careless
knife.
In spite of
God and my
conscience, I
looked
for encouragement
in her stare;
and at the outlines
of her appealing
form
I did wonder:
she was
indeed
a Helen of Troy, a prize,
on whose loveliness
I
so richly gorged!
But never was
a lonely man
more wretched
than
I,
as she could
not return my
affections with
equal measure
of feeling.
I would be more
glad had she been
unwedded to another,
and could
easily be within
my desirous
and
hungry
grasp!
In time, I
never
saw
her again;
and love--like
an aborted
fetus--died
with her leaving
as well!
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"Good verse, like art, is difficult."
--ngoc m. nguyen, aka "poembender"
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The Damaged Self-Esteem of Suzy (updated)
