On the Wind
The hunt I begin anew,
for truly I am in search of you,
and though I don't know you it's true,
I almost caught your name when the wind blew.
So I run through my lands of gloom,
suppressing my inner thoughts of doom,
I will look for you until I am in my tomb,
but I would rather find you before going to the earth's womb.
I howl from the shadows to the moon,
praying to her that I find you soon,
desiring to spend warm nights with you in June
reading to you until it makes you swoon.
I crave to hold you by my side,
but 'til then inside feels as if I've died,
so I will search for you far and wide
to discover where it is that you hide.
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