My Lacerated Heart

Rills of tears running down
the sides of your face,
I could not brook.
It lacerated my heart
that it felt vacant.
Wordsso crestfallen
I could only assert.
I conjecture all I desired
was to feel your tender loving arms
encompassing me.
I long a kiss from
thy smooth lips.
I can envisage.
All to it is the same,
I will always love ye,
from all, to all corners of the world.

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