To A,

I loved you; even now I must confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tongue tied, yet I loved you dearly,
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I love you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another. Love you so.

-From B.


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