Sweet Longing
She comes everyday at dusk,
When the Sun's about to melt
Down in his aerie nest.
She comes and greets me
With flowers in her hands
And a smile on her pretty face...
She touches me with her warmth--
The blushing of her rosy cheek--
She talks her heart's deepest to me
And often laughs with joy...
I laugh with her--Cry with her,
Then try to wipe her tears:
I'm left with the longing to hold her hand,
When she kisses me goodbye,
And bidding farewell,
Walks away from the grave where I lie.....
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