But you made of me
A dream thing
That you pleased yourself
By worshipping
You looked at my face
And never knew
What in my heart
I asked of you
And so I said,
"It is only a game
To give to a dream
A face and a name
While the woman I am
And the man you are
Are as far apart
As star and star."
By: Louise Driscoll
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