In Disregard of Fame

Any such fame as I might seek
    Has been established early,
Yet all that coveted mystique
    I would forgo, not dearly— 

If I might but obtain, and have
    In secret, by your favor
The consummation that I crave,
    My body formed to savor.

Let you and I dissolve into
    Obscurity’s embrace,
If I might have the chance to view
    And kiss your smiling face— 

Then if no remnant and no trace
    Remains, to tell of me,
Still I have lived a life of grace
    Sans immortality.

Haha, you would not deign to stoop
    Your favor an iota,
So what’s to me if I recoup
    Proportionate fame’s quota?

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