Oh you come to me like a child in the night,
Lauging,
Crying.
You come to me like a breeze from the ocean,
Rushing,
Softly.
You left me like a whisper,
Taunting,
Drifting.
You left me like a stranger,
Lonely,
Bitter.
Where for art thou love?
For you I live on.
For you I live in Vain.
I shall never touch the cheek of the one that haunts me.
I shall never find the one that I haunt.
For I know that you are real in my dreams.
Yet my bitter fantasy shall never unveil itself.
For how can one be in my dreams and in realty?
I hunt thee like a breeze.
My heart aches in despair.
For how does one end ones suffering;
when one knows not the reason of the pain?
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