Too old the night has turned,
too cold is this falling love,
and there is a need of your warmth,
still waiting for you to come.
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Rose leaves when the rose is dead, Is heaped for the beloved's bed, And so thy thought when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on, Distances have made your emotions so strong that you are creating beautiful poems.
Brief and Beautifully written...