Poem: Queen Anne's Response

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Object of affection
or is it obsession?
It's hard to tell
does he really love me?
Or am I just the latest one
in a long line of
broken troth.
He promises me the world
showers me with gifts.
He appears at my home
and woos me with sweet words.
It's hard to say no
when everyone insists
I am so lucky.
Perhaps I can salvage a sliver of hope.
Perhaps I'll keep my head.

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