For how long will thee wait here for nothing? Will the tide have come, will the sun be set? Will new light sever, will the new day sing? When will thee give in and simply forget? How many times have thou failโd to see fact That thy lover has now cast thee aside? Thy pride has been bent but remains intact Yet the dreams thy once dreamt once more will hide. Wings of mine have offerโd armor to thee Yet thou seemโd to be afraid of flying Frightenโd that I am thy lover to be? Thou wilt not love, but delicate dying? Do not mistake ignorance with blindness; Do not despise love, rather your kindness.