We both know she is mine and I am hers.
No, rather than to do my soul the wrong
Of saying that I long, say it prefers
Her company, say that when she is gone,
As (sadly) I must often say is true,
I greet the greatest wonders with a yawn
And only wait for time to bring her too.
Say that whenever we are far apart
I count the days and hours 'til we meet;
Say all of that, but do not say my heart
Longs for her love, so heartfelt and so sweet,
For that is wrong. Longing is not right:
I know I have her love, though not her sight.
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