You were all I loved my Love
yet you were not mine
These prayers to Heaven above
All of which for which I pine
May it be heard over skies overcast
Would you be mine at last?
This dream is far too bright
for the realm of reality
Sleepless is the night
I wished you here by me
I am hurt and heartache
from this fantasy I cannot awake
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