The Last Lover
Somewhere, she is -----
calling my name....
upon a breeze not blown;
My love without her is but a shadow,
a ghost of things to come....
how empty this vessel
which could be a vessel of love entire -----
To walk with her upon the thread of eternity,
and stop and sit midst her glory,
for the rest of heaven
I scarcely shall see,
but lost in her eyes
(my soul mate)
Only one man shall dream -----
I shall hear from her what no man has heard:
" You shall be the last...."
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