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To My Little Known Love (Sestina) by MacFrantic
A singular infatuation satisfies my mind
Such beauty fraught with a heavy longing
Without you I am an impartial witness
To my own futility and gradual demise
But my eyes have seen enough of your grace
That you do not occupy my dreams any more
Of course you raise my fever ever more
The mood of your emotion moves my mind
But one connection both hearts are longing
Is the bleeding passion of our solemn grace
If this confession flirts with love's demise
The angels can do nothing but bear witness
Although for you I cannot be a lonely witness
My only hope to supplant their inferior longing
Is an attempt at freeing my piece of mind
While the perfume of your soul excites my grace
It will turn the spirit sour more and more
Like all chivalry it shall be granted slow demise
Rather wondrous is your doubt of our demise
No sympathy precedes our falling grace
All that's left is an empty sense of longing
And while I may never come back for more
Your allure still approaches with fate as witness
But somehow disdain has not yet poisoned your mind
I've found seduction alone entertains my mind
Not only with you but of my own demise
For this one girl will light my path no more
And you know that only my brooding witness
Of your everlasting charm and fiery longing
Shall bring forth a sense of pride sans grace
So if your loving stranger passes such grace
Without so much as an inkling of reverent witness
Then understand that the intentions are more
Or less a figment of the intoxicated mind
Because when my demons have come to announce my demise
There will be an absence of despair in my longing
Now grief has landed and you are the drug I'm longing
Medicine to the unbearable casualty of grace
You and I both create false notions in my clouded mind
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