You are not lost,
Just a wave in the tide,
Just the tip of the frost.
In my doing I am forgiven,
In my words I am sworn,
Between silence and penury
My heart is veritably torn.
I seek just the old warmth,
The hugs and a whiff,
So staunch you are in resisting,
Just a smile from you is a gift.
The lesson learnt is that I must live,
And wish well and forgive,
I am just one on my own
As to me you are flown.
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