Sometimes I’m like a child, I know,
And you my teacher—it is so.
Sometimes you are so dear and sweet
I feel more adult, calm, complete.
Truer to one center, if I could,
My love for you does grow, and it is good;
But being all this way away from you
Is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
“Patience,” to myself I say,
“Accept things as they are today.”
And so I sigh and live the long time through
Till at the last I am come home to you.
You’re worth the hardest, yes you are,
And I would reach you though you were the farthest star.

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