What worth is the starlight, what use the moons glow when there is no you to kiss beneath them.
The oceans symphony might as well be silence for without you there is no one to dance with.
The soft sands may well be molten for who else would walk beside me.
The summer breeze could blow askance for with out you who spares a glance.
Come home my love, come and see.
How your absence sickens me.
How I am weary.
Come home for I long to hear the wordless way you say you love me. Come home and we can finally be, all that shimmered between you and me!
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