I write to you my dear
Out of fear
Because to me it is clear
That you, indeed, I do repel.
I can not tell
If I, who dwells
In chants and spells,
Can love.
My dove,
Oh, dear beloved
Muse of amusements and all that is above
Great, do demystify my confusion.
Tell me if I
Should stop the games and try
To not try but instead do
What must be done to learn to love.
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