The bashful virgin’s sidelong looks of love.
Sing, for faith and hope are high. None so true as you and I.
And few there are whom these cannot estrange.
Wounds of fire are hard to bear; harder still are those of love.
He would love, she would not.
I love her doubling and anguish.
October 11, 2011
OVERESTIMATED
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