Of the whims and caprices of thine,
My heart melts that you are not mine,
A forlorn hope it seemed indeed
I am glad you knew how I felt in deed,
That one day, I pray, our paths cross
To behold in your eyes, the feeling of your loss
The palpable guilt of letting me go
even when you know, I 'd raise heaven and earth to have you so.
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