She was the greatest love that never was
And oft I held her lonely in my dreams;
There I, too shamed to plead my lonely cause,
Watched from afar, full idled by my schemes;
Might I one day accost her in the park
My ready gamp to shield her from the rain,
An underground where she might yet embark
Where I, the gallant, help her board a train?
Each meeting so contrived yet none thereof
While everyday my heart fair set to burst,
I never found the strength to press my love
Though in my timid mind, did what I durst.
As time begat more time, she slipped away,
Yet where she went to, none could ever say.
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