I wish my heart thought on behalf of my mind
And that my head loved one gentle and kind;
But from a willow's grace to silently care and weep
I am as far as a restless ocean's deep.
My daring fight somehow cost me less than more
If only I had the right my heart in drops to pour!
Oh, hear me who might, a quiet call I make!
Throw your eyes at me, steal what there's to take!
Fancy a thrilling chase through the bending dark -
Imagine a shallow sea, gather the courage to embark.
For waves I give birth to, with my dangerous thinking...
Should you ask, I shall answer without blinking -
That you, a mystery forlorn, have said enough
To make me refuse ever again to laugh.
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