A lover's sigh;
The weight of wants.
Hurting heart,
thudding fast.
Lifeless life.
Heartless love.
All she has,
has a mourning bend.
The tear of love,
rolling down,
wetting cheeks,
and biting lips.
Unkempt hair
hiding burns,
of passion, past
and some praise.
O ! My Love,
"Whither art thou?"
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