I do not know well. but what I know
enchants me, like a song sung far away.
I cannot hear the words, but what they say
hangs softly on the hills where I must go.
I see you furtively and note your eyes,
Hazel and dreamy, your spirit half elsewhere;
I note the sheen of your dark, lustrous hair
and wish I knew your thoughts and shared your cries.
This love brings me sweet pain, but I want more,
Driven by a dream I can't contol.
I want the truth of you, untamed and whole;
In frantic hope I haunt open door.
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