Hurry home, o sweet one
This place longs your return
Empty existence eager await
A heart of fire waking burn.
Sounds are deafening silent
Colour seems dull to day
Taste and smell bland at best
All touch colder I dare say.
Time drags on in disregard
'Twas too long ago thy face
And all accompany entourage
With its precious presence grace.
But excite rises from my soul
Knowing the future ahead
In little a while I am blessed
With greetings to be said.
I wait for you once more
But gladness filled my own
I hope the same thoughts though
Your face be to mine shown.
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