I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
August 8, 2006
The Kiss – Sara Teasdale
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Castle tess
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