She lies on her bed
distant and beautiful
Her head rests on my old pillow
hair cascading down
silky and black
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Her almond eyes move
following images across the screen
deep and brown
eye which once
bored deep into my soul
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The sheets hug her body
holding each curve close
As I once held her
each curve against mine
our warmth shared
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In her heart, I’m told I dwell
As in that room we once shared
but distance divides
cold winds blast my windows
In absence does fondness grow?
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Grit and sand stir
carried on the wind
up into the sky outside my room
through the radiator’s hiss
cold loneliness seeps in
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My heart goes to her
a dog to its master
across the plain
through hill and vale
over contested strait
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Into her, I commend my soul
for in her, I am made glorious
in her reflection, I am magnified
with her love, I am exulted
together we stand resplendent
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