Broken Amphora
Wish I could tell you
that I knew but what
I love In you is your strain
to hide from me the vain
tedium and that, my assurance,
I would hate to lose
for that is where you and I
feign to piece and glue
smithereens of our pride
and the broken amphora of love
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