The Only Rule

I knew the truth and so did you.
Somehow, it didn’t matter:
For we were carefree and insane.
Perhaps, more of the latter —

But I could not stop seeing you,
And you kept seeing me –
And love became the only rule;
The rest was
History

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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