I miss you.

What you said to
my dull eyes,

The air has held such
tantamount lies,

Ingression precedes
the finality,

Moirae ardour,
A chagrined bride,

Malaise I’ve felt,
Such zeal and ache,

I balk when I
should lend to wake,

Whims I’ve met,
And you’ve known woe,

Will I forget?
I misgive qualms,

I should instead be
strong, and hold,

If you find need
to acquit me,

I promise love,
And augury,

Unerring truth,
A candour crux,

Unto you,
The endless glove,

Unto you,

My winsome dove.

The End

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