on the grass (1)

We wrote love letters on the grass
 we walked upon, with hand on hand,
 we spoke of all that it might mean,
 and thought that we could understand

But love, that love, was so much more
 than either of us then could know:
 we wrote love letters on the grass,
 for it, like love, could only


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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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