I love her without reserve, committed.
I’ve gladly bowed to her will, submitted.
Yet she would see me drowned despite,
or left lying lame in a shivering night.
She lends no hand when I am crawling,
she stares stonily at my ugly bawling.
My tears pool at her feet unheeded,
she is unmoved, though I have pleaded.
Without forgiveness for my blundering,
exquisite Nature has left me wondering
How to reconcile respect with disdain,
and where to turn when love means pain?
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