Wistful
'...the wind plays andantes
of lost hopes and regrets.'
Hart Crane
It is your soul and constant sorrow that concern me,
you seem pale and unprotected; I want so much
to be your lover and your shield, to keep your miseries
at bay, by your side for ever for the glowing recognition
of your smile. But the opportunity was never really there,
so your lovely face lives only in my reveries.
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