The Lonely Lover
The thought of you whispers through my mind,a phantom of the most benevolent kind,
Haunt me...
I am leaves rustling
in your breeze
in your beauty
Move me...
I am tortured
in the kindest of ways
my mind is consumed
with you for days
The wind blows, and the tree sways
I try to focus, but infatuation stays
Oh my tortured soul! But darling,
Please don't leave. My love,
Haunt me, Move me, Consume me.
Please let me feel you breeze
Touch me...
I'm begging you please,
Haunt me.......
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