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A Sample of work from John Jardine
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A stolen glance, an eyebrow raised, a gentle hint, a sigh,
My aspirations foundered, you dismissed my plaintive cry
I speculated if perchance, your feelings were the same,
The result was disappointment, I alone must bear the blame
I was indecisive, apprehensive, my heart was racked with pain,
I suffered your indifference, yet my love was all in vain
My gentle hints, my overtures, you spurned as insincere,
I was fearful not to cause offence or disrupt the atmosphere
I needed to convey my thoughts and purge my deep emotion,
My love is true, I’d die for you, I’m a slave to your devotion
My love, I willingly confess, is borne of true conviction,
These lines, composed for you alone, are not romantic fiction
Yet, though my humble verse lacks poise, and is unsophisticated,
I feel compelled to pen the words, my passions unabated
My verse, I know, is juvenile, you’re sure to find it crude,
Yet it helps relieve the torpor of my melancholy mood
My romantic hopes are unfulfilled, and my sorrow deeply felt,
I’m doomed to live in solitude, a fate the gods have dealt
The gods, who shape our destinies, in their wisdom have decreed,
That your heart remains faithful, and my poor heart should bleed.
Far better, then, that I withdraw, from the fringes of your life
And that you retain your dignity, as befits a faithful WIFE!
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