The Complex

How can you say you love but me?
Gaze at the white-flamed sun;
A rainbow is the limpid light,
Whose colors blend as one.

So I am many-hued to scan,
— Fool-red and pundit-blue;
Because you love a hundred men,
You strangely love me too!
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