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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?