so tenderly would I drift,
like the gently drifting seas
in my emotion of solitary desire,
though separated by an ocean.
A continual trip to the shore
And hither and thither the white-shuttered walls.
The longing strength, to light up again the ghost,
that torments its feelings. To pass its life as fast,
as pure, as passionate, as pleasurable
as if it had been in the very room.
And that's all that I can think of to-day.
I've created many things, about people like you.
I've imagined many things, about relationships, love, and events, but they are
not yourself.
And I imagine many things too, the bliss and
sweetness of our time together