I Miss You
I've relinquished thee,
Set thee alight with torture,
For thee know not my decree,
And I left thee to the rodents of nature.
I fancied a dream once;
I had thee sprung in winter,
Had thee fruit in abundance,
And sought life with love so richer.
My heart went grey of love,
I nested a heart of a nomad,
I left thee with no roof above,
Winter, summer reign in command.
I have returned again,
I will prune and water thee,
Rebuild and better all the pain,
For I had relinquished thee.
I Miss You.
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