«I love you — though it makes me beat, / Though vain it seems, and melancholy — / Yet to this shameless, hapless folly / I’ll be confessing at your feet. / It ill becomes me: that I’m older, / Time I should be more sensible… / And yet the frivolous disorder / Fills every jitte...»
«I loved you once, and still, perhaps, love’s yearning / Within my soul has not quite burned away. / But may it nevermore you be concerning; / I would not wish you sad in any way. / My love for you was wordless, hopeless cruelly, / Drowned now in shyness, now in jealousy, / And I loved ...»
«I am your extended wife... / I am your extended wife. / You also have a wife — immediate. / I am needed in your life. / I commiserate completely. I know your child holds you back. / With you arms around me wound, / You are staring at the clock — / I won’t even make a sound. In ...»
«Wait for me and I’ll return, only wait very hard. / Wait when you are filled with sorrow as you watch the yellow rain. / Wait when the wind sweeps the snowdrifts. / Wait in the sweltering heat. / Wait when others have stopped waiting, forgetting their yesterdays. / Wait even when from af...»