When can I feel the touch
the grasp, the tender
the warmth, the comfort
the stillness of your palm?
Ne'er have I long this much
To be embowered by the warmth
To be gyred with your grace
As I fall into the depths
The rhapsody of your eyes
They allure me deeper
The whisper of your voice
It quivers me to the bone
But only in my imagination
Can I feel those blith
You are out of my reach
Such grace I cannot hold
The dark dreary nights
They fell upon my dreams
Those nightmares
Where you cease to exist
I needed a path to you
Where I could rest my heart
The path as it agleam
Irradiates my morose dreams
Your gallant appearance
Is where the moonlight shines upon
Your lenient heart
Is the haven of my heart
Oh such beauty
Such grace
I shall endure the sorrow
Until we intertwine our hands
As tears flow down
And dampen my dry cheeks
My smile shall emerge
For my love is vehement
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