All that we held, is now yours in every way,
At times by kisses by closeness fleeting touch,
At times by distance, heartless as winter's day,
Or thru displeases pain that clings so much.
Your reflections penned on pages white and still,
Morn's yawning light, or vesper's solemn shade,
Within mine heart your essence lingers still,
No distrust, nor bitter thoughts from us displayed.
Ah! return and see what yet remains in me,
Reckon, these graves of lovers lost to silent seas,
Whose vows and promises now dust shall be,
As the fleeting lies upon the fickle breeze.
When love, like wizardry fades and slips from sight,
Its grip is gone, and we yield to endless night.
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