my dreams mocks me so of late
an aching heart of hope and heavy weigh
spoken by a lovers whisper, hands hold blessed by fate
come hither, shivering mist, of oh so soft lips
mock me no more, tired wings the sparrow has flown
the solitary heartbeat, witnessed the weeping eclipse
the brightest star, with loneliness known
to feel your caressing hand stroke my cheek
my spirit rise from a glom darkness, reaching lovers peak
closer my love, embrace our longing warmth
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