thoughts of love stir in my head
as I try to sleep in bed
but the words crash in my ear
is there something dread to fear
no it's just the sound of bliss
entering a stolen kiss
nothing less than broken cries
leave me as I dry my eyes
as I stare at ceiling white
I call out into the night
"why oh why must I dismay"
long until the break of day
But alas my heart must break
until love's a slow dull ache
then I fall asleep at last
until dawn has quickly passed
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