when love is due

though it was a while ago, 
she can still remember when 
every sight was hers and clear, 
but she wondered, even then, 
  if the promises were true: 
  and she would find the love 
    that she was due. 

those days were free: but still she strove 
to work in joy and joy in work; 
and love snuck up on her one day 
dressed in a tie, and with a smirk, 
  that covered up a heart of gold. 
  it's really wild: 
  love comes, but never 
  in the clothes 
    we dreamed of as 

    a child

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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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