My midnight yearnings, wild and deep, burn to ash in your wounded sleep! My dreamed-up country, realm of thought, where I pull you close, though you are not! My bashful dress of shy delight, dissolves in restless, fevered night! My love's own document and decree, your passion's chariot carrying me! My fistfuls of unspoken rage, you rush ahead on every page! My way of wearing heartbreak's weight, your sulking fire that won't abate! My crazy lover's whispered song, your heart's own heat, burning strong! My morning dew at break of day, your misty shiuli trees at play! My sweet deceits and tender lies, drown helpless in your flowing eyes! My longing just to call you mine— let there be no escape divine!
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