(A poem from a young mistress)
How much do I love thee?
Let me measure the breadth and depth
I'll try though it is an impossibility
By the fears and tears I kept and wept
The fear of falling short
Of your hopes and expectations
That I might disappoint you
That what you see is just illusion
The secret fear of losing you
Eating and gnawing my flesh and bone
Pounding, hammering endlessly
On my once cold heart of stone
The tears I silently shed at night
For the thought that you may not come back to me
For the fact that I will never hold you back
If you choose to stay with your family...
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