And now, finally, though it is too late, I write what I had not words to say. And now, finally, though the time's long past, I write what I should have said to you. I loved you then and I loved you still, though I kept it from myself too long. And now I write, and now I fear, that you never shared, that you never will. And in my thoughts I see your face grow perfect with each passing day. And in my foolish fear I hope that you never shared, that you never will.
Reason for writing:
It's pretty obvious what the poem is about, and it took
enough effort just to write it, so I'm not going to talk
about it any more.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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