Cherishment I generously granted for my gem;
twas charity that sent my heart unto its every whim.
And dashing, dancing, galloping, my attentive adoration,
did swerve not once in all its jumps to reach the consternation.
But curtains rose to show the glows of growing obligation;
for twas not my treasure that did call as it was but my coming fall.
Oh, the fiendish beauty giggled for my foolish naivety,
for I had not seen my cherishing in any its braverity.
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