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Unique Love (Sonnet)

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Are you the lovely quintessence of love?

As power corrupts, love is not harmless,

But yours, my dear, is a hand in a glove;

A love that stymies me afflictionless.

Shall I regret this rueful emotion?

An emotion that shackles your true mind;

From food comes ration, through love comes portion,

You must avoid this even if inclined.
Only one person can offer it all:

A person that through presence satisfies;

A person that defended you with gall;

A person who was with you through your cries.

By someone else was she made known to Earth,

And that person is, she, who gave you birth.

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