A little room is space enough, my love,
For all that we require; yet the world
Is far too small for the fulfillment of
What we desire, though 'twere squirrelled
Away efficiently as it could be.
Each atom of the earth, made an intent,
Each bond between them metaphorically
Standing for a wish we might invent,
Would not suffice in the entire globe
To tell our wills - yet they are summarized
In but a word or two, which daily strobe
Across my brain, and cannot be excised:
You want to be with me, and I with you;
That all these many wants aspire to.
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