Sonnet 343

He left you scorned and so you come to me,
What value could I possibly now hold?
I knew you first; no interest did you see
In my drab person, so I once was told.
It’s true I did not press a chance for love
But sensed that on pure nearness it might grow,
I chose my distance, banked on stars above
To show a course based on blank fate alone.
I see you now in much a different light,
You did not want me then and do not now;
My purpose but to catch a tear in flight
That it not splash and stain your polished floor.
Yes I the nursemaid sought to assuage pain,
No love to lose and surely, none to gain.
 
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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