endless longing

Sometimes the music seems a serenade, and redemption comes to the lady though I may look at her, through her she cannot look at me. I am of a different kind, another style, invisible in substance, removed in her mind, distant from her reality, things turned aside, revealing truths. My experience, the sum total of my life exists beyond her understanding cannot be contained, endless longing.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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