How should we like it were stars to burn,
with a passion for us, we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
let the more loving one be me.
by
W.H. Auden
How should we like it were stars to burn,
with a passion for us, we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
let the more loving one be me.
by
W.H. Auden