I've dreamed of loving you
for many years,
Loving you each day and night, each hour,
Loving till each moment turns to tears
That flow into the garden where you flower.
Of course I must be me, as you are you,
But just as bushes planted side by side
So intertwine one cannot tell they're two,
So have I dreamed we would be unified.
And still I dream, though we have been apart
So long that I of you sometimes despaired,
Holding wounded hope within my heart
That through these frozen years my love be spared.
The world is a redaction of the dream.
My love's beauty must my pain redeem.
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