How I dearly wish that you'd come home
It is lonely here without you
and though I know not the reason for which you've gone
I can say, that I have cherished all about you.
Your things, I keep them here, safe
as I wait for your return
and I wander about this place
wonder, what it is left that I have to learn.
For I know that you will never come back to me
not in any earthly form
still I ponder, and inquire as to how it could be
that you were stolen, snatched from all that is safe and warm
"Truly, " I say to myself, "there has to be some mistake
there are no daemons who would harm thee,
or from my loving arms take
that which I hold so dear as your company"
But alas I know these thoughts to be false
and, though I know not your destination,
I know from this home you would not simply waltz
away into the unknown, without hope of salvation
so I repeat, in my fretted, worried tone
"thou would not leave that which thou holds so dear
and depart from thine own hearts desire, leaving me alone"
These words I say without you here
surely, you must know all that I have sown
for thou are but part of myself: a piece of my soul,
though thou dost have a form of thine own
you are my familiar, it is thine doings must extol
And it is through this praise of all of you
that I have come to see the faults of my own
that I must seek to undo
if I shall ever deserve to have you home.
Until That day, I pray thee wait
I only wish, that it weren't too late
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 10:56 AM UTC
How I dearly wish that you'd come home
It is lonely here without you
and though I know not the reason for which you've gone
I can say, that I have cherished all about you.
Your things, I keep them here, safe
as I wait for your return
and I wander about this place
wonder, what it is left that I have to learn.
For I know that you will never come back to me
not in any earthly form
still I ponder, and inquire as to how it could be
that you were stolen, snatched from all that is safe and warm
"Truly, " I say to myself, "there has to be some mistake
there are no daemons who would harm thee,
or from my loving arms take
that which I hold so dear as your company"
But alas I know these thoughts to be false
and, though I know not your destination,
I know from this home you would not simply waltz
away into the unknown, without hope of salvation
so I repeat, in my fretted, worried tone
"thou would not leave that which thou holds so dear
and depart from thine own hearts desire, leaving me alone"
These words I say without you here
surely, you must know all that I have sown
for thou are but part of myself: a piece of my soul,
though thou dost have a form of thine own
you are my familiar, it is thine doings must extol
And it is through this praise of all of you
that I have come to see the faults of my own
that I must seek to undo
if I shall ever deserve to have you home.
Until That day, I pray thee wait
I only wish, that it weren't too late
I feel i must clarify, this is not for my love, but for my familiar. It is she that I miss so dearly, and would give the world to bring back.
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