The world in my own image

Foolish to think you could express regret where I would.
Your will guides your words independent of my wishes.
You do not speak my intricate language,
Nor would I respect you if you did.
Yet, I hope each time, that you will act as I would,
If I possessed the charm to make desires requests
And bold enough to feast on plump opportunities.
You do not see the chance, and I cannot make the focus any sharper.
Thus, once robust exchanges shrivel to idle chatter.


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