My dearest, turn yourself away from the shade,
In darkness your body burns and congeals,
And in an instant my sweetest will fade,
And my sorrow will begin to reveal.
The light will shoot out in a holy beam,
To bring you back to my now lonely side,
In contentment, my eyes so dully gleam,
You have returned, my most gentle bride.
I miss you so dearly from dusk ‘til dawn,
But you always return in the early morn,
To greet me with a smile as I wake and yawn.
You tell me in whisper, “Do not be torn,
For wistfully I leave without grace nor glee,
But always at sunrise, you will find me.”
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