These are the final nine lines from a sestina. Who doesn't adore poetry?
No matter what may come
give me this: that all this time I stood here
ignored to death and loved you while you let
every chance go; say your glances at me
suggested almost anything but love;
say I know you cried in bed, poor you.
Believe in love. You know that I am here
to let you loose. Here is my flesh for you
who may abide with me till kingdom come.
— Miller Williams, "Love in the Cathedral"
(In case you don't get it, read the final word of each line for the poem's integral message.)
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