Under the Balcony
ugly though not
because of my
nose no i'm not
Cyrano maybe
only with words
to woe my Muse
trying to induce
her to fall
fall in love
with not me
but what's heard
or what words being
absurd to think thoughts
that may sway and swoon
her as if she were Leda and i
her swan
her
but my
swansong
all along leading
to this though not
ever my last words
for and because of her
but inspired from her in an
emailed
whisper
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