Almost she loves me; almost she almost cares.
Almost my name on her lips sweet lends airs
To deep thoughts, deeper feelings, deep tone.
Pianos of the soul, play on and do not cease
Till hundred melodies one deep release!
Let words my own, with loving monotone,
Waft butterflies and flowers through her heart
With hidden little petal-scents and wings,
Till suddenly for unknown joy she sings.
Unknown, but slipping closer into know,
Where she from part unknowingness will part
To come on my great love that I do show.
Almost; Oh, word last barrier to me,
Break, that her lips say, “Most all to me.”

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