She said, 'I am wrong to want something more, it's true. <br />The hours go by very quietly just so. <br />You are there. I never takes my eyes off you. <br />In your eyes I see your thoughts as they come and go. <br /> <br />To watch you is a joy I have not yet got through. <br />No doubt it is still very charming of its kind! <br />I watch, for I know everything that annoys you. <br />So that nothing comes knocking when you're not inclined. <br /> <br />I make myself so small in my corner near you. <br />You are my great lion, I am your little dove. <br />I listen to your leaves, the peacful froufrou. <br />Sometimes I pick up your pen when it falls off. <br /> <br />Without a doubt I have you. Surely I see you. <br />Thinking is a wine on which the dreamers are drunk. <br />I know. But sometimes I'd like to be dreamed of too. <br />When you are like that, in your books, all evening, sunk. <br /> <br />No lifting your head or saying a word to me, <br />There is a shadow deep down in my loving heart. <br />For me to see you whole, it is necessary <br />To look at me a little, sometimes, on your part.'<br /><br />Victor Marie Hugo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-in-the-shadow/
