Landscapes of the Mind – 5

There is a mist upon her heart
That brightest sun can’t burn away;
There is a haze upon her soul
That never leaves her, night or day,

Of thinking, feeling there should be
More to her love than who she’s kissed,
And far, far more to living true
Than all the many chances that

She’s missed

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