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Apr 2017
Slander me thus: that I know not love,
A truth wherein I am ignorant,
As if I chase a paradise, elusive, above,
My knowledge of her paltry, scant.
That I have too often been enamoured of superfluous passion,
Above deepest desire, is a view I can support,
But I too am capable of Heart's exquisite action,
I call that mutual rapport,
Which is a truth to which I am enamoured, devote,
Thy accusations do not sully my bliss,
Why my passion you chose to smote?
But I still know the light of luck's kiss.
    My sweet entreaties? Still thine.
    Though you're wrong; in Love I soar divine.
Megan Sherman
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