LOVER

by Lady Jira

Burning, yearning,
tossing and turning.

Needing, exceeding,
my heart is left bleeding.

In exile, from his smile,
blue eyes do beguile,

Oh sweet bliss but I miss,
just one little kiss.

Eternity, return to me,
eer whole again I will be.

 


 

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