oh yes I know you

a man who has no right to love

but loves

a man who cannot acknowledge me

a man who must think of me

and imagine what my life must be

but can’t come to me

oh that we were in a book

and had that sort of strength and constancy

and could conveniently kill off all who stand between us

oh that we could hear each other’s voices in dreams

oh that you would wait for me

and that I’d come

by Cher Bibler