I hope you are having a good year
Mine is droll with out you I fear.
Yet my love burns bright
Though cold be the black night.
As we wait for thee and I to meet.
That bright love is ours to keep.
While the worm turns
And the world sleeps.
This fire burns.
Hot as the seasons turn
And father time reaps
A path through the bleak
Mortal viels weave
In dreams,
In your arms I sleep.
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