Non-Erotic PoetryA Lover's LamentLady, I stand outside your stately hall
Humbly beseeching that you grant me entry
I am the lowliest and most maligned of all men
Only you, in your infinite kindness, can bring me mercy
I ask not to be trumpeted in through your castle door
To sup at your grand banquet table
But only to be allowed to sneak in ignominiously through the servants' entrance
There to feed upon your dark midnight trance
That kiss you bestowed upon me I will treasure forever
And the soft touch of your velvet glove
And even if that is the only token of your affection I ever receive
I will remain forever your devoted servant
Always ready for your summons to come and worship my Goddess
--September 27, 2001
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