our hearts are quick
in this we are alike
quick to speak my heart
you are puzzled by me
and my awkward speech
Oh! But with words on paper
I could make you swoon
over not any other, ever.
Alone, and silence, and comfort;
that's how I want to be, but only
If I can be with you, and I am ill,
sick with worry that life is intangible.
[7.18.10]