Attributes and foibles
Hold no uniqueness of their own,
But, rather, varied combinations
Allow us each to stand alone.
Of all the myriad of loves,
More hurtful than to be forsaken
Ranks the one that’s unrequited
With less given than is taken.
To entice another’s favor
Are affected virtues shown.
But truest measure of affection -
Will you miss me when I’m gone?
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