Love By Proxy Poem by Patrick Fealy

Distant maiden of my youth I love you even still
serving now by proxy while assisting proxies will
loving still my lady fair who's surrogates renew
all the former glory that my lady did eschew
Holy now in retrospect and like a saint was she
scorning all those detriments a lady could foresee
I'm loving all the others through the lens of her complaint
like some vanquished hero in the pains of that restraint
traveling a pilgrimage recalling love so pure
bright as heavens glories now this love she did abjure
fasting like a beggar now while feasting upon that
memory of my lady and the friendship that I lack