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A eunuch now, her confidante,
I am what I had feared becoming,
Someone I have been before
For others I'd been wrong
To love: the man who hears,
But doesn't hold, who's always
Near or at her side, even as she's
Getting dressed, to shield her
From the world's blows. I let
Her talk about herself. I help
Her laugh, and she, in turn,
Does no more than look good
For me. I never show my
Broken heart. That isn't what
A eunuch does. He comes to
Call upon his lady. Soon enough,
She'll go away, and, when she
Has, he'll find he's whole...
Until he falls in love.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-12-17 at 21:52

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