i wail

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, March 26, 2013 0 comments

i wail of love in solitude
and bare my soul for you
while sitting here deep in the nude
i wail my pain as true
from where you touched me once before
sweet lover of my dreams
i wail again forevermore
until allurement gleams
these nights have beckoned me to die
beneath my mortal guise
for how i ever often cry
from where my sweetness lies
and you are all i ever see
now that you are not here
i wail, i wail my misery
then shed my burning tears

Posted by Robert Anderson at Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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