Sleepless In London
A night wasted in sorrow's sigh
A love that is no more
The morning’s cry-
A long full heart
To hope upon a star.
A love so blind,
Nothing is recognized,
Not even the face of time.
Distance between feels as eternity,
Though only a few hundred miles.
And yet
The turning tide engulfs the shore,
As night wears on a moment more.
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