I ache for you in ways that you might never fully understand.
This, my sweet muse, was never my idea, certainly not my plan.
I wanted to forever and always tell you so very much more,
Instead, your feigned attestations for me were simply a bore.
So now, I am left with this continual and everlasting ache for you
There is just not that much more than I could ever possibly do.

01/05/2010

Author's Note: ... a friend here mentioned that my poetry forever leans to the succinct....

Posted on 01/05/2010
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