I always wish that I knew more about
The way she thinks and what she's thinking of.
It isn't that I bear the slightest doubt
How wonderful she is, or how in love,
But rather that my adoration yearns
To know her better and to hear from her
More of herself. And when at last it learns
Some little detail, I feel such a stir
Of joy, I cannot help but look to find
More of the same. Therefore I seek
A further understanding of her mind
Revelling in every little peek
I get - and try to offer her the same
Though often my attempt is merely lame.
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