oh love beast
loosen your grip
i plead for the hundredth time
full knowing
whimsy holds me captive with its cunning promises of a tryst
not to be
oh love, beautiful love
be merciful and
mute my impulses
to drive this night to my beloved
please gift me forty days
to prepare
for sweet calamity
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What a melancholy poem. Very sad, very beautiful. Excellent writing