For years now, I have loved her 
Somewhat imperfectly; 
We live and share a space, but have 
Our times of sparsity, 
 When there is not that much to give, 
 And even less to make: 
 We do go on together, though, 
 To overtake 

The problems that attend our lives 
Are such as all may see: 
The limitations of our hearts, 
Our time, our energy -- 
 Yet somehow, we will put aside 
 Accretion, rust, and fake, 
 To undertake, again, the work 
 To overtake

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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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