I know you say, you are no romantic
I would never expect that from someone like you
And I, in turn, have not the humor or beauty or intelligence to appeal to you.
And still, as unsuitable as I am for you
the longing to hold you is without end.
To be unwelcome in another family
has no appeal for me.
To live a half life, of hiding and longingis no life at all,
and yetisn't that what I'm doing?
O to love and be loved.
Is that whatmakes life worth living?Or could it be, the greatest joy of life
is merely to live and breathe?
If so, I must have already experiencedthe greatest joy I will ever have
for I have already lived and breathed.
Why do I feel like something is still missing?I must be deceived.
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