My soul craves for you ev'ry day,
To see the shine that illuminates my way.
A face so fair: it beams its rays,
Upon my path, lest I should stray.
Itch my ears your voice to hear,
To soothe my heart My Lady, My Dear.
When life's troubles, around me, should rear
Their ugly heads so I should fear.
When you're away I writ in pain,
To stop my love for you to wane,
As a farmer earnestly awaits the rains,
So I long to feel your comfort again.
I miss you.
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