This great longing, this,
as full of force as the wind;
it throws daggers against my inside,
which is
tenderer
than you know.
I will take her to be mine.
We will wed in the winter;
the snow is pure and it
can be trusted.
I will take her heart and
lock it in a small stone box
so it cannot betray me;
I will bury her smile in the deep and lonely woods
so it can smile for no other.
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