Be still

my soul

my life

as my love dwindles

when my intimate material flesh 

want none of her

want not even a touch

nor a kiss

how much

or none at all.

My love ebbs to a duty

of a soldier

that protects and keeps

and provide to an extent

what emotion cannot give.

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