It is today I think of you the most. br You, whom I've known for centuries, and here's br These lines I'm writing now, oh, not to boast br That I have known you, but that I have fears br Of what you are, of what I hope you'll be br Of what I want, in abnormality, br Of all I knew was right and have forsaken, br And which my soul, alas! has overtaken. br br Perhaps you take me for no more than jest, br Perhaps I am to you a little more... br But I have learned to take the waves abreast, br And so I come to thee, up to your door, br To thee, to me, to what I dream shall be, br Up to thine heart, in abnormality, br And, almost, I expect to be forsaken, br As I have been before, and undertaken.