Why is it that my day´s impressed
By tender thoughts so comely dressed?
Flutters of soaring butterflies
Awakened by your sweet replies
Yet a single careless word or thought
Can pierce a heart that´s raw and taut.
Convinced that I have been sincere
Yet troubled by a conscience clear
The distance weaves its twisted web
Where waves of disillusion ebb
Still floundering to work things out
I´m stretched upon a rack of doubt
A word from you can lay to rest
This heavy weight inside my breast
So soothe away this gentle ache
Forgive an absent soul´s mistake.
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