I hoped for her - the perfect part
To suit my heart, it seems -
My whole, my soul, my second start;
My clearest, dearest dreams.
She'd be refined, and cute and kind,
And fair of hair and face -
A calm and patient, mindful mind;
A gentle gift of grace.
And so she is - she's all I sought,
And all she ought to be -
She's all I always hoped and thought,
And not, at all, for me.
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