(“apothecary”: a pharmacist or druggist...)
Beloved Apothecary, you are most lovely to me in ways you cannot guess; your subtle smile, which haunts me like a ghost, exalts and elevates me nonetheless. More beautiful than the rest, you beguile the best in me, a tame and mild, old soul your soft demeanor has blessed all this while; and mended to health and to being whole. Because of you, I have gained newfound wealth, a treasure and fortune from meeting you one fateful night this last spring, on the twelfth of May, which I remember to this day, too. Like “Mona Lisa,” so are your delicate ways; but a glimpse of you oh! so divinely repays.
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