A Love Poem

Oh, when will I find thee?

The pain of not being with you

is a dagger to my side

each passing minute.

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For whence have I seen your face,

I can no longer recall;

but it is in hope that I find true light,

to lead me to where you are.

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There is a gaping hole in my heart,

that only you can fill.

Remorse is but a step away,

as my sand continues to run out.

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I suffer severe melancholy,

to realize that I may not be with you;

for the hour is past anon,

and I must find you, once more, in eternity.