Sick With Love (page 5)

You, my beloved - dearest soul ever to touch a foot
upon the hallowed earth 'pon which I now kneel -

It's but the memory of you, that fading recollection of
glorious moments past that join my aching heart to a

Wasted soul in an elusive hope that somehow, some
way, I might find relief from a descent into madness.

The parting of our ways was enjoined upon me by a
sickness that struck at a weakness we neither of us

Knew did lurk; and lurk and menace it did until in full
and robust form it burst forth fully conceived from an

Unsuspecting heart: your once pure and noble heart
fastened itself onto another, a soul whose neediness

Supplanted my own needs - those once attended to by
you; and so you drifted to him whose heart was, by

Urgent necessity, in peril lest you, the healer of those
forlorn, should fail to succor the weaker of us two.

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