Tennyson Was A Madman

[abu nuwas]

It is a letter-poem, but much more letter than poem. However you, or the narrator feels, it is still in your gift to use skill, and subtlety. I think I like the title most of all, and of the theme, I would sympathisse, if friendship has finally been sacrificed for greater intimacy, which has then wrecked everything.

Nothing to do with poetry, but if one loves, one loves. Does it depend on its being reciprocated? Or is that wounded pride?