In this- no comfort to be found:
That I hear not your heart's bright sound.
No rest for me without your arms,
No light in me without your charms.
No trembling limbs without your fingers,
No scent is sweet if yours not lingers.
No tender passion without your eyes,
No soaring heart without your skies.
No burning desire without your kiss,
No comfort to be found in this!
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