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I just found this poem again after looking for ages, it's about needing to be loved, and knowing it's wrong but not caring
YOU SMILED
by Walter Savage Landor
You smiled, you spoke and I believed,
By every word and smile- deceived.
Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I- what I hoped before.
But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!