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I can't trust myself to talk to you.

The die is cast and final.

But as for reaching heartstrings,

Kind Sir, you have no rival.

I never shall quite understand

Why things come as they do.

While trying to forget my loss,

I made a find like you.

The dearest hearts are gentle hearts,

And yours is Oh, so true!

It's best for all concerned, Dear Heart,

So don't you fret or stew.

Too many things are spoken

When two people meet at first,

And OUR frienship will remain a joy,

Since we'll never quench that thirst.

Thoughts have wings like eagles,

And mine are oft' with you.

Take care of yourself, My Angel,

Naught but life's best will do.