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always loved you, Even as I dreamed of whom I'd love. My inner picture was a portrait of you Years before your heart my heart would move. Vistas of enchantment are but rarely As we find them in reality. Love with you is what I dreamed, but really, Eden as no dream could ever be. Nor is this the magic of the moment, The proper costume for the holiday. In words like these one finds the winnowed ferment, Not merely of desire, but of fulfillment, Else lost amid the chaff along the way. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon |
