For the space of many, many years, you were enough for me. You were my bliss, and my hallelujah.

I stand now at a crossroads. I see before me the route to virtue, at an intersection with the route to love. Do I step to the left or the right, to the wrong or the right? M foot wavers in the air; where shall I set it down?

I would be no more than a shadow of myself if I thought that I had truly lost you.

If queens did not exist, the poets would have had to invent them, so necessary as they are to a nation's glory.