If for an hour, you do not fill my mind I count the minutes wasted and am sad. This store of love for you I choose to find, In light of your reserve hath made me mad. For though my hopes remain earth bound and frail, And never will on gentle wings take flight, I fear my tissue dreams are wont to fail Yet long for you to turn to me each night. Because your love rests in another place,
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