It was the Saddest,
And sweetest day,
That silent night
When I saw you, but
Couldn't say my
Heart'to gaze upon
Your pictures and
Be denied of your
Touch is itself a
Sour to hold in
My heart, my head
Still ask my heart
Why I held you so
Dear when you knew
Not the torture in
My heart, i have
Faced the dewy
Jewelry wrought of
Air all night for
You, but to no avail
While the hope of
Your lips lyes in
My head, and heart,
I tried to turne
Thoughts away from
You, yet I yeild
When I was wet with
Your water of love,
Those wetful gaze
That glooms around
My eyes still lingers
In this lightless hope
yet I will rather part
And pave way from a
Troubling dream than
To hold this grunful
Sour inside me, yet my
Sealed, and stainless
Souls wil sail with you
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