I'm good at pining. That is what I do:
I pick somebody unattainable
Assume them perfect, lovely, beautiful,
And set about impossibly to woo.
I do not properly attempt to sue
For their goodwill; that isn't possible
Because for reasons I don't choose to mull
I chose them to be so, and therefore knew
My hopes, such as they were, were doomed before
I started. Now how can I, knowing this,
Accept a world in which I might adore
A person whose affections might return
My own and thereby grant me some small bliss
And some deliverance from how I yearn?
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