I want to make you happy - oh, so much -
But never really know if I succeed.
Of course, you tell me that I do, and such
Good reinforcement is just what I need,
But in a deeper, calmer sense, I know,
I cannot hear the best part of your joy;
Since bliss for you in silence seems to grow
And even whispers serve but to annoy.
So I will be kept out when I do best,
Let in when that has overflowed and gone;
I can't be sad, though, when I feel the zest
With which you come and stay - and linger on.
I know I cannot know, but I don't care
So long as you still want to have me there.
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