At times it’s just so,
you’re so far off
even the summer nights felt cold,
missing your acquaintance felt aloft.
Could it be that it’s written,
as a star-crossed dream??
or is it bidding for its own time,
for the rhythm to suit the rhyme?
If there must be a cause
for now in life and days to come,
i fear this could be my “paradise lost”;
for i truly wish you to be happy.
for to heap my blessings upon this curse
is a cruel and painful thing.
but if i should never drink what i thirst,
you would always be the song i sing…
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