Each day I mourn the space between us two While you remain aloof and blind to me, And if we meet my words seem crass and few In the presence of such verve and beauty Your perfumed poise is quite meticulous I search for perfect words this truth to tell, Or plan a stunt like ancient Icarus Who almost reached the sun, before he fell Better ask the Roman saint to help me Who died
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