XXXVII

If love is action, I am but a bland_and apathetic testament to hate;_I lie before I ever take a stand,_and plan to die before I procreate._If love is patience, I will win the day,_for time is on the side of those who wait_in silent expectation of the stray_and misdirected arrows of their fate._If love is made of mutual desire,_I lust for her who shares my ardent thirst_to claim my fill of romance, and retire_to years no longer by this question cursed–_alone together, basking in her glow,_with only our contentedness to show.
–G.B., stationary minstrel

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Author: G.B., stationary ministrel
Type of poem: Sonnet