Where are you, my beloved?
How have you left my grasp?
Our love has seemed to drain from its intoxicating flask.
At the hour of our separation, I went mad.
My day's have been dark, and my night's oh so sad.
For you in my heart was all that I had.
I wish I was there to comfort you at times when you get sad.
If only, if only,
a chance is what I had.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 6:23 AM UTC
Where are you, my beloved?
How have you left my grasp?
Our love has seemed to drain from its intoxicating flask.
At the hour of our separation, I went mad.
My day's have been dark, and my night's oh so sad.
For you in my heart was all that I had.
I wish I was there to comfort you at times when you get sad.
If only, if only,
a chance is what I had.
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