Posted on 04/21/15
Being single sucks, but this piece of this poem? This is how I feel. If only he knew.
“…How many loved your moments of glad grace
And loved your beauty with a love false or true.
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.”
Also, maybe this is why I start so many sentences lately with conjunctions.
Dammit, if I could only tell him.