Othergirl

When I talk with other girl,

I always think of you,

your words are keener than their words,

and they are gentler, too.

When I look at other girl,

I wish your face were there,

with its brownish eyes and fair skin

and straight black hair.

When I think of other girl,

dreaming alone by day,

the thought of you like a strong wind

blows the dreams away.

Modified from Sara Teasdale's Love Songs