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Thomas MacGreevy

I do not love you as I loved
The loves I have loved
As I may love others

I know you are not beautiful
As some I loved were beautiful,
As others may be

I do not hold your counsel dear
As I've held others,
As I still hold some:

And yet
There is no truth but you,
No beauty but you,
No love but you -

And Oh! there is no pain
But you and me.