to him, alas, my love I shall atone
again I find that He assessed the cost
a debt to pay lest I remain alone
concerned you ask what I intend to gain
for love cannot be harvested or grown
conceal, though I try, desire shame and pain
by Daphnis and Chloe this love is known
it burns like molten glass that glistens bright
a passion framed displayed for all to see
beheld by none; but when through shines the light
the hues reveal the beauty felt by me
afraid and hesitating I wait
for him to notice and accept our fate
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