With Love.

They tell me to pen the name,

On the gilt edged paper,

And send it to the one entitled.

They didn’t tell me what it was,

Or what should have been.

When I penned that name,

I felt my heart leap with infatuation.

If I knew what it contained,

My heart would have broken earlier.

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