Never to see or hear her, <br />never to name her aloud, <br />but faithfully always to wait for her <br />and love her. <br /> <br />To open my arms and, tired of waiting, <br />to close them on nothing, <br />but still always to stretch them out to her <br />and to love her. <br /> <br />To only be able to stretch them out to her, <br />and then to be consumed in tears, <br />but always to shed these tears, <br />always to love her. <br /> <br />Never to see or hear her, <br />never to name her aloud, <br />but with a love that grows ever more tender, <br />always to love her. Always!<br /><br />Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-to-see-or-hear-her/
