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it was a tempest's night of torture to say the

very least

men can be such monsters, but one man in particular

the worst sort of beast

why does he insist on making me feel in the wrong

I am at loose ends with love and barely hanging on

Do you think he knows of my current quest

and is that what has placed him in the path of the

unrest

I believe I'm safe to say he knows little if

anything at best

I pray my worries are not belated

in my heart his work I secretly hated

but even in fear still I breathlessly waited

I love him still, my fears have not completely

abated

he's the top man in the most dangerous game in the

city

maybe its not myself that I should pity

he is man in the truest sense of the word

the metamorphosis in which my love went under these

last six haunting hours is bordering on the absurd

will he and I ever find ourselves and each other

to live on the same happy unlevel level

who really knows but if he backs out on me now

I'll earmark him forever as a blackguard devil!

(written Feb 21,1991)