I hoped that he’d never love me,
And he’s never kissed my mouth,
But I’m not a stricken bird,
Unable to reach the south.
I know not if he loves me,
Tonight my heart is glad;
His kiss was oh so wonderful,
Beyond all the dreams I had.
~ Original poem written by Sarah Teasdale
Day 22 Poetic Asides Prompt: Judgement
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