Often still at this same time
in this same room
in this same bed, where once
my love for you would smile
beside your sleeping head,
I've looked upon the day-lost lights
and watched as night consumed their glow
And then again where once you were
as close as breath across my chest...
'Tis of sadness and of joy
and of all that lies betwixt;
Now a whimper, now a sigh
for lost Love's woe & bliss.
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