Yes, your love brings happiness,
To me, the pining, far-away soul;
The Dreamer weaving his thoughts,
As he wanders on the shifting sand;
Building his little castles of sand,
Which crumble at the hiss of wind.
You give hue and meaning to my life,
Wasted in a dark and solitary space;
The Sandman bears the searing heat,
And weathers the blinding sandstorm;
Taking sure steps, to reach a mile,
Even with heavy feet, mired in mud.
You're the only one, no other heart,
Who is cherished so dearly and kept;
Always guided by the trusted Shadow,
With eternal, never-ending affection;
Flowing freely to reach life's end,
And embracing the end just for you.
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