Merit is tonic

I beheld her to behold me; she did.
I loved her to love me; she did.
I wanted her to want me; she did.
Beyond that she didn’t step in; I lost
Beyond that I couldn’t get in; she left.
I pine and pine in such love and I wane.
I boast and boast of such love and I waste.
I pride myself on my merit, and last.
13.03.2007