WHOLLY.
“Thy amour persists ⎯ but how agilely do they forget?
and to vow an everlasting, akin to a sacred
commitment!!!
and to relinquish every thing, every segment.
Did I not decipher a quarter of it?
or aloof from the darned quarter, thine affection;
a nil, in an attempt to transition me
do thee not behold? I would perish;
if such measures are to be taken
So, I buried the hatchet, forgive me, my love…”
