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Thousand loves


Her love that has been, it is that which shall be;

and there is no one love but a thousand loves:

A gentleman and a foreman, a mister and a master,

A soldier and a sailor, a wrangler and a rancher,

A fighter and a keeper, a preacher and a paramour,

A singer and an actor, a drifter and a deceiver –

A Shapeshifter with a thousand faces of a lover

changing and changing, round and round, forever

all but his heart true blue to his mistress, dear.


P.S.: This is my a priori adaptation of Shakespeare’s idea of the perfect better half or lover in “All’s Well That Ends Well”. She sees different aspects of her sweetness dear whose various characteristics promise her fresh delights and never bore her.