Original artwork, not a still
I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; every thing else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
Behind the line
What it means
Our interpretation.
The writer longs for an impossible remedy: some way to feel even mildly content while apart from the beloved. Devotion grows hourly and narrows on this one person, until every other pleasure seems worthless, like husks with no nourishment. It is a tender, slightly desperate confession.
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