  “Darling,” he said, “I never meant To hurt you;” and his eyes were wet. “I would not hurt you for the world: Am I to blame if I forget?” “Forgive my selfish tears!” she cried, “Forgive! I knew that it was not Because you meant to hurt me, sweet,— I knew it was that you forgot!” But all the same, deep in her heart Rankled this thought, and rankles yet,— “When love is at its best, one loves So much that he cannot forget. Helen Hunt. |
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