#83

JK 

My heart is in tatters for want of what some call fetters

Nary a day goes by when I do not wish… wish for the one

who is worth the effort of my love.  I yearn to be the first

choice, not a consolation prize or a pity play. A rarity,

a gem, a champion of men… arrogance plays no part.

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