Graduating from the rhythmic pangs
of unrequited love
I write my Queen knowing pain
will never weaken my resolve.
Dear Lady,
loquacious in your speech,
battlements of desire
hold the treasure that I seek.
And what riches await
as I climb each wooden rung
and tread across the bloodied stones
until the battles won.
(From: Love Letters to a Lady of Renown)
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