I see you in a frame of silver on lace,
Your face immortalized in smiling beauty.
Sunlight streams through my window clouding your face,
my eyes strain; a practice of futility.
My appetite has left me, I cannot Be,
There is no joy in your absence and I wait
For a glance, a word from you to stay me;
The strength of my longing has made me faint.
If you could but despise me I could cope,
My mind would rationalize my heart's pain.
But I am tortured in unrelenting hope
And am left alone in sickness and in shame.
Come to me and gather me in your arms;
My heart and soul surrendered to your charms.
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