I shout your name from my heart,
to the world
I utter you name from my heart,
to the places we were once in
It seems you never see me, nor hear me.
When I'm cold
When I'm thrilled
When I'm cold, cold
You were not there, never there.
Still I want to sing for you
a nightingale , would not be remembered,
but if you ask him,
he would say,
Ah, love is what you can not fight
Jenny
though the throne, all alone
and lonely.
she looked crossed the river,
blinded by light
it was David
Once she was so close to David
but now every glimpse cuts like a knife
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Now every glimpse cuts like a knife! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.