On that day
The eve of that very much looming day,
You entered my court
As would Kannaghi to the
King Pandya’s,
Evidently indignant
At my shelving of your
Parting day,
And emboldened
To chide me outright
For my intent act.
A surprise from the one
Who is hard to provoke.
I rejoiced at
Your anger, a pseudo-anger
Of my Primrose.
Without intimacy
Who could dare take
With her king
That much liberty?
Is not it a sign of your
Latent proximity?
Only she chides
Who endears.
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