I have loved you enough;
Though much went wrong,
This was good,
This was strong;
Unshaken in spite
Of the going of years,
Too sure to retract,
Too proud for tears.
Let my love be the pillow
Under your head,
On your lips like a song,
To your hunger, bread.
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