here comes the mute
and deaf, who for years
have kept the silence and
decent composure, and here
comes this patient woman
wanting to hear from his
musings---
let the mute write, i swayed,
hoping to convince, and i brought
him the paper and pen
and some perfume to wake him
from his stupor and then he obliged
stared at the woman, and wrote:
i have long loved you, but you
never heard me, i have long adored
you, but you never saw me--
the woman patient no more
and touched, went near the deaf and
mute, and kissed him.
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