Her
Thoughts racing I cannot put my mind to rest,
Dressed in her dress I'd undress her if I could.
Her head rested on my chest,
My heart beating in unrest,
The cold chased away her love is my vest.
Sadly she sits in sorrow,
Attached to me I fill the hollow,
Like glass my eyes show sin,
Divinely she forgives,
Once lonely I am not alone,
By her alone,
I am happy.
In bliss,
I'm made ignorant by her beauty.
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