Mending Mask
All days- my eyes long
For your beauty's plug,
That leads mind along
Heart, dreaming loves; hug.
All days- my hands feel
Calm to let go; yours
But stormy a deal:
Love's lonely breath cures.
All days- my smile faint...
Whenever you leave,
I do act a saint
Whose guise relieve.
All days- wish you know,
What I undergo.
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