I still see the greens of your eyes
Wheres our lives?
Haunted by the times shared
Realistic and imagined
Where is the wife of my youth?
Why does she leave me exposed?
Heart heaves with thought
Drunk with melancholy
Stung,
Where is my love,
Where is my passion,
Where is my mate
Why is her love for me
Leaving me desolate and broken
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