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I do not know you 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 control.
I want the truth of you, untamed and whole;
In frantic hope I haunt your open door.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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