Poem: My Beloved

I loved another, fair and mild,

A joy they were to see.

But impure love is incomplete

And left they me reviled.

Another lover for my love

I thought I’d surely find.

But the belov’d must be of mind

For none have found me as I rove.

Instead a higher yearning filled

Have I by dint of rising to

A plane on which there’s lovers few

And found a wondrous great Beloved.

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