Patient as time
and as the sea I waited
for you to wake
and for your eyes to smile-
innocent in my way,
and without guile.
But love to love
is in no wise related;
each loves alone
and for a little while.
And only I would mourn
the leaves that fall,
as life glides on,
beyond call or recall.
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