bullshit
I have loved you from afar,
and turn sick and silly.
Like the laborer tending the sweet earth,
I harvest a coy yet amorous belonging
from the blossoms of your eyes.
Yet all of this is far, distant, over there;
Love has commanded me, soldiered me, torn me
and my heartstrings to another tune,
a rhythm of reason.
I cannot, in this lifetime, tell you a
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