Love's Deficit

It's not what you gave ... it's what you took from me 
Not your companionship, but the loss of my loneliness 
Not the tender refuge, the vanishing of uncertainties 
Nor the blessing of tranquility, but sacrifice of house for home 

The bond of your devotion was the breaking of my solitude 
Your filling my days cost me all my empty hours 
My wants are impoverished, too meager for restless nights 
And my anguish bankrupt, desperation become an empty threat 

It's not what I've gained but what I've lost in loving you 




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Ronald Carpenter 
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