Lost
If I were to have just one wish,
I'd wish for just one careful kiss
Upon my lips-chapped though they be,
Oh, Sorrow! That you can't love me.
A softer silence settles fears,
That you have been gone many years.
Yet all my love stays in my chest
For you, my love. Until I rest.
Perhaps you were not 'the one'
But from my heart you have not gone.
Oh why! Oh why! Is love so cruel?
Why over my poor heart you rule?
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