Wounded Wanderings - Picture Perfect
A gray and dreary sky was drawn this morn
though love was in my heart of hearts aglow,
as I called out to you, a rift was torn,
and through the rift, so silent, fell the snow.
Ah, you have passed my heart, my love; I know,
a barefoot specter follows through the white.
Once warmed by passion’s kiss and love’s delight
now, only memories fill my beating heart,
and I can but shiver in the dead of night
awaiting the cock’s crow, I will depart.
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