Belovèd, pen for me a love song sweet,
Like once gushed forth at love’s impas­sioned start!
Where went your odes to our love’s deep con­ceit?

Now that the flames are naught but ember’s heat,
Why have you let life’s habits douse your heart?
Belovèd, pen for me a love song sweet!

Since now we by our troth are joined com­plete,
Since wed together, never hence apart,
Where went your odes to our love’s deep con­ceit?

What now enshrouds your heart, a sheet
of nor­malcy? Break free, your love impart,
And for me pen again a love song sweet!

Did not those vows then make our love replete?
Why then did all your love songs swift depart?
Where went your odes to our love’s deep con­ceit?

Per­haps long love is close­ness – con­cord – con­stancy?
Maybe love is a lyric voiced by pres­ence, by sup­port?
Belovèd, is each together-moment love song sweet?
Is love here­after lived out in absence of con­ceit?

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