Why should that lady blush ?
Why the blood moves in such rush ?
Why her half-open lips tremble ?
Which memoirs this moment resemble?
Enough of this withering lament
My eyes flick, waiting is no more a torment,
Despair is by Time healed
A Balsam by God applied.
Yearning Moon once more shines
For whom my soul did Pine,
In my rest I calmly wait for dreams
And in my lips her lips remains.
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Written March 6th, 2006
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