Mandalena
troubled
in a sleepless composition
have I labored endlessly
carelessly inciting
my efforts to absolve
this veiled distress
that never rests its torment
within me-
sincerely
I can attest
by each burning sacrament
that's proven itself agreeable
within each sealed epistle
a quiet oath of declaration
am I before her judgement
that tempting gaze
that can govern all-
but my own
sanity
Mandeville
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