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Now and Then
Feelings of guilt, feelings of resentment
(resentment worse perhaps, but hard to say
since each carries the other at its core)
pollute love, discolour grief.
But from my old long love now and its grief
these stains are being washed away
by the strong stream of our love, which flows
clean of those.
A further bliss to bless you for.