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Lonely is the man who does not see The heart of the lady that follows he Blindly going forward, looking not behind Where the love she has offered stands untimed Broken is the lady who has given up her heart To a man unwilling to play his part Yet each day she offers, unseen and ignored Ready to give her life to the man she adores They run in a circle, in an endless route A cycle of love and longing, coupled with loss and doubt She waits for him daily, patient and in love But he sees not the promise that they can have How long must he feel somber, alone and hollow Not seeing her eyes that are full of sorrow? How long must she suf