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Why must you have been born in a foreign land,
far from my lips?
I love you so dearly from afar,
your effortless and uninterested attitude
does not dampen my fantasies.
Photographs are wet with tears
and covered in clear kisses.
Men come forth,
some like you in feeling,
but they are far from winning my heart.
I always return to the memory of you
when the suitors have departed.
I hope that among the small crowd of suitors,
I will spot you and call out your name
and take you to my bed chamber.
There I would give you my body,
share my soul with yours,
and become your property for eternity.
I cannot hope to cherish even an abundant life
because you are all that I consider essential
for a rich life.
Sweet Peniamina, I love you without end.
I weep for my future,
your wife I'll never be,
the trophy I'll never see,
and the love I'll never make.
Melissa Hurst
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