Last Night

Last night, she told him that
She loved and missed him —
And he could feel it,
In the way she kissed him —

Last night, the fire burned
From simple kindling:
Now love grows large, when it
Seemed doomed

To dwindling

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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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