For "Her."
If you were mine, I’d never close my eyes
When we kiss, afraid you would disappear
Upon opening; like those things enskied
When each morn the returning sun doth ‘pear
O’er far horizon. In truth, I’d savor
Every moment – and yet crave still more;
Searching thy orbs for some sign of favor
Equal to that filling my soul. Restore
Faith in love, and sweeten corrupted dreams,
With a look – evidence to prove thy heart
Attainable – for my hope and esteem
Are spent; bled away by an age apart.
I hold now only
memories, longing,
And the
cold comfort of these little songs.
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