She Knows
The epoch bleeds of songs etched in the hearts of men
who though affection sought were never an inch near
Niggling emotions, ominous nights of unrest
The heart had charged its cost for needs unmet
Illness is the picture of life devoid this pleasure which
Lies seemingly close but is yet beyond reach
Of all the Earth's gold, this stands above treasure
Verily, this could be understood by all who sought
Earning some compensation that ranked below their thoughts
Yearning acknowledgement, filled pools with emotions
Over and again if in pursuit I have to remain
Until it is granted, more nights of unrest
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