Heloise to Abelard, 14

Not mine the right to murmur or complain,
For I alone am your misfortune's cause.
I am the portal to your house of pain;
For Heloise you broke God's holy laws.
I meshed your greatness in my beauty's snare;
You found destruction, gazing in my face;
And Samson's fall and Solomon's despair
Are lived again in Abelard's disgrace.
Yet grant me this poor comfort, for my dole—
I sought not, like Delilah, to destroy;
Mine was the passion-blinded woman's role
Who gave her virtue for her lover's joy.
Convinced of love, I hastened to pour out
Life's dearest treasures, that you might not doubt.
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