Just is a love as just – a love, our love,
our heart, our home – if heart is just a heart?
My heart in love is such; a turtle dove
aloft, a-lift, a-search while we’re apart.
A kiss should be, if just, your kiss unkissed,
untouched, unsought, a wish, unjust, of mine.
One kiss in turn a thrill, turns out abyss –
abyss, if just, should be a bliss – I pine.
My fire, though near a flame, is ne’er the same.
A ring, your sacred jewel, so just, so mere?
Your word: a trick, a rhyme, a trance, a game.
Is love so just, so cruel as so appears?
The slipper fits the foot, a black suede glove
‘tis just, unjust, tsk tsk ‘tis hate, ‘tis love!
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