For I usually dote on
the troublesome,
the quaint men.
Hence,
I didn't anticipate you.
I wasn't ready to love
a person as honest
and humane as you
Then I didn't.
I apologize.
You are curious
as a statement of the dynamic
changes of heart,
as an illuminating breach
in the consideration of faltering.
I might have written you
ten thousand words if you hadn't
come into my life this late.
At this time,
I am damaged.
Beautiful. And, who isn't?
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