You asked me what I might desire from you;
A couplet, nay, a song or a refrain.
You asked me, “Pray, my dear, what should I do—”
“T’wat coffer should my friendship be contained?”
You found me very silent, very still.
Complaints I held before, my speech now chaste.
I gave no indication of my will,
No counter to my previous distaste.
I sat in searching thought for my distress,
My mind unearthing matter, like a sieve.
And finally found the cause of my unrest:
A yearning whose reply you could not give...
No friendship I desire improved in shine,
But ever to be yours and call you mine.
Sarah Sanders '11
Absolutely lovely.
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