Stephen Parker Poet I do not know?

Muted Love

I recanted ever knowing Love's quotient,

Over me had Cupid never distilled Love's potion,

My staid lips never bantered Love's discourse,

While stoic mindset made terms of endearment no recourse.

My posture belied that of a court jester,

And sensory images could not my emotions' sequester.

Desire, passion's impulse, became a muted feeling;

And Hope, residing in Despair's harbor, offered little healing.

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