WHEN I talk with other men
I always think of you --
Your words are keener than their words,
And they are gentler, too.
When I look at other men,
I wish your face were there,
With its gray eyes and dark skin
And tossed black hair.
When I think of other men,
Dreaming alone by day,
The thought of you like a strong wind
Blows the dreams away.
喜歡 Sara Teasdale 也是因爲您,她的詩句總會讓我想起您。
您和她一起出席周末的慈善餐舞會,我倒奇怪我心裏沒有甚麽異議,還主動跟她握手寒暄,離開時您對我示意要走了,笑得滿滿的,暖暖的。
我沒有告訴過您,您笑的時候很好看,讓我心生溫暖。
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