In your absence
my life is a lonely song
from the lips of a forlorn Lover,
searching for joy
in wishful songs.
I feel feverish,
hollow, with longings
quick upon me,
stripped of you.
My heart is a garden
of your thoughts,
evergreen, never fallow
ever wet with sprinkles
from dreams and your pictures!
Without you, Duchess,
my sky is a pale blue
as when the Sun goes down
and my shadow with it!
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