““A Poem: You, with your way of innocence, would have been hurt; thinking I run from you; that I despise you, but this is not so! If I would have laid eyes upon you to say goodbye—I would not have gone. I would have seen you, and would have not been able to part. I love you and I miss your comfort. Thank you for being there for me during my folly; what else are loved ones for, but to devote themselves to the ones they love. Brie””
