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A heartfelt poem of love, longing, and selfless hope for another's happiness. |
| i saw you, i saw you more; i still thank god and want to see you more. we met each other perhaps by luck; but me, dying for a glance of you and hoping the best of the best for you. for what is it called—love? whatever it is, it is true and too deceiving; but may you be happy if not with me, then with someone more good. but is there someone who has more feelings than me? or who can love you like i can? |