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To a Loverby Rachel A. GoldIf I must quietly let you guessThe sum of everything I feel - If my heart swells to seal my voice Because my love is tensely real - Of my hands tremble at your touch The tears spring quickly when you go, O, don't insist that I speak much - You surely know. Perhaps, when love is not so new - And I grow used to see your face, My heart will calmly greet you then, Yes, gaily greet you, from my place But now - my hand must clutch your hand- My hearts' so lately overcome It is so strange to understand That I've come home.
Tuesday, 04-May-2010 14:48:27 EDT |
