Each night, in silent splendor,
I see you shut your door
And for a span of hours
The world sees you no more;
No more will you enrapture
Each crowded city street,
No eye will watch you passing,
No heart will miss a beat.
Only your door will witness,
Only your lamp will see
And together praise your beauty,
Each night unfailingly.
While I, in silent longing,
Will gaze upon your door
And fear that dread day dawning
When I’ll see you no more.
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