This has all come upon me all too soon and at the most inopportune time
Why must I always get the short end of the stick?
My love boundless
My care abundant
My problems defeasible
My issues annulled
All I have is myself and my love, but I can never love myself
My body malnourished
My mind starving
My soul empty
My desires denied
My hopes annihilated
My dreams aborted
My future dissolved
My wonder everlasting
My devotion supreme
Devotion is love toward one who excites our wonder.
— Benedict de Spinoza, Ethics, p. 211
Time goes on
Yet, somehow, I feel I’ll always be devoted to you
