The silent touch; the gentle pat in the core of my heart
The sublime pang that sent my soul astray
The luminous opulent sapphire that twinkles in my dreams
The persistent plaintive plight that haunts my consciousness
An eminently eminent and corny mute admiration baffling I
An aged desire that desists
It's a song of a solemn solitary soul scouting for solace
A perilous pleasurable quest for the nonexistent
The zeal to dwell in the depths of your heart
A fib it would be to say I can vanquish this fervour
I can no longer endure this detoriating melancholy I'm inundated with
Nor can an irate rioting gale sweep it away
Only time has the valour, the courage and the might to rid me of this curse
But never will my head erase thy face
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