Not having seen your face and I cannot lie
You are still a constant thought,
An allegory of the story my heart wrote,
Crossing oceans far and deep
My love for you will never know sleep.
The golden moments are not distant
And I wish the potion was more potent.
If I shut my eyes I can still
Smell you as I wish and will,
Or imagine your hand in mine
And the lovely colour and flavour of your skin.
I know I messed up,
I know I faltered,
And I'm very sorry,
You should know that dear,
Not having you near
Is the worst punishment I've ever got
And that says a lot,
Doesn't it?
That instead of losing love for you
I let it grow in strides or bit by bit.
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