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Wow, Suzanne! In this poem you make me feel the keen pain of love not unrequited, but inconstant. And in this love’s thrall we want to consume, to take in whole, the object of our passion. But you know, I expect, that even with a constant partner, even in marriage, love means a letting go, an encouragement to our partner to be all s/he is meant to be. But this makes each return a reunion, a fresh reacquaintance with all that goes with it. -Glen