when I am lonesome for you
i take a mind glimpse of your face
like that of a swift train passing,
and your naughty smile
brings a flicker of warmth to this season’s wait
~
when I am lonesome for you
i keep your reverie to a simple blink
my soul is grappling with heart-strings
you are yet undeserved
and my heart’s too fragile for your untamed hand
~
my lifetime is my Maker’s trade
my hand is His to give,
and my oath only to one shall vow
but this hour, still too fragile
both our lives are
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