My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear,
My ear is tired waiting for your call ;
I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer;
Heart, soul and senses need you, one and all.
I droop without your full frank sympathy;
We ought to be together. You and I.
We want each other so, to comprehend
The dream, the hope, things planned, or seen, or wrought
Companion, comforter, and guide, and friend.
As much as love asks love, does thought ask thought:
Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly.
We ought to be together. You and I.
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