Merit is tonic

I beheld her to behold me; she did.
I loved her to love me; she did.
I wanted her to want me; she did.
Beyond that she didn’t step in; I lost
Beyond that I couldn’t get in; she left.
I pine and pine in such love and I wane.
I boast and boast of such love and I waste.
I pride myself on my worth, and I last.
13.03.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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