Merit is tonic

I beheld her to behold me; she did.

I loved her to love me; she did.

I wanted her to want me; she did.

Beyond that she didn’t step in; I lost

Beyond that I couldn’t get in; she left.

I pine and pine in such love and I wane.

I boast and boast of such love and I waste.

I pride myself on my merit, and last.

13.03.2007