Man, first man, You've been away. And how shall I love thee (like a summer's day ?) Does it matter, shall it matter ? For you have made up your mind that to love is too dangerous for men of your kind. I love thee with words; I love thee with song. With hope and with passion I desire to belong. But you fear it won't work. You're scared of yourself So I am rejected, and you stay on the shelf. You want love, you've told me. To curl together in bed and talk of the small things that workmates have said. Holding hands to watch films, sharing a drink with one straw. The little things that couples do but we are a couple no more. My man, still my man. And I think that you know that I'd take you tomorrow and never let go. But we tried and you failed so you put me in the past. Safer there, for you, because it didn't last. Next time could be different. You've thought these things through. You'll talk more, and try more and hope she wants you. But I wait here, rejected and beg a new start. And how shall I love thee ? With all of my heart.
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