To the tune of "Red Lips"
Lonely in my secluded chamber,
A thousand sorrows fill every inch
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This is lovely and describes EXACTLY how I feel at this very moment, except for the fact that it isn't spring yet. Beautiful, evocative poem.
I think you missed your beloved by centuries....Loved it Only the fading grassland stretches endlessly toward the horizon; Anxiously I watch the road for your return.