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Somewhere Between Obsession And Compulsion Is Impulse.

My Whole Life Has Been Pledged To This Meeting With You.

I Loved You: And, It May Be, From My Soul The Former Love Has Never Gone Away, But Let It Not Recall To You My Dole; I Wish Not Sadden You In Any Way. I Loved You Silently, Without Hope, Fully, In Diffidence, In Jealousy, In Pain; I Loved You So Tenderly And Truly, As Let You Else Be Loved By Any Man.

If You But Knew The Flames That Burn In Me Which I Attempt To Beat Down With My Reason.

Then Came A Moment Of Renaissance, I Looked Up - You Again Are There, A Fleeting Vision, The Quintessence Of All That`s Beautiful And Rare.