What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere & lonely offices?

~ Robert Hayden, excerpt from his elegiac & melancholic poem "Those Winter Sundays."

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Bodhi, my chevalier: You often ignore me, turn your head away & act indifferently when I lean over to nuzzle & kiss you. Sometimes turn your hind quarters toward me, & on occasion even reach around & bite me as I groom you. But I forget your slights--almost immediately. I cannot help myself as I am madly, hopelessly, desperately, & inconsolably in love with you.