: For Love:
The girl did her very best.
It was the artist who kept
Forgetting where he stood
For he loved her for being
The measure of that he wished
To expose in his work.
She true and loyal,
Cultivated this aspect
And became it so that
They came to dislike
One the other and separated
She with hate at him for
Making her what she was
(and thus losing her love)
And he thinking she did what
She did of her own free will
When in fact she did
It for love.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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