I'm sure you know why I acted aloof,
That after one day, I sought some distance;
You had your inklings, but no solid proof,
Of my love, my persistent insistence:
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At first, it seemed that I had shied away,
To trudge back to my corner all alone,
Like a starved lion, who had lost his prey,
To make peace with death, paying back life's loan:
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But after a week of selfish mourning,
I realized if my love really be true,
Then my heartache was a prideful warning,
Since I should desire what's best for you:
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In the end, when you read your life's great book,
I hope my chapter gave more than it took.