What use is it to tell you that I love you.
when these are words you've surely heard before?
Why is it you would open up your door,
When I am me, and push has come to shove?
That you would give me any portion of
your heart that I could not in turn restore,
is ludicrous to me, and even more;
since just a glimpse of you can be enough...
I will stand yearning on the edge of dreams
and wait a touch of you I'll never feel
and time will pass though it will always seem
that every longing moment is unreal.
If worthiness gave hope of life redeemed,
then I could say the words I now conceal.
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