A pang digs deep into my chest
To dig out feelings I repress
I long for your tender embrace
Enveloped in this infinite space
You and I whisk ‘round like vapor
Though like the stars, Love never wavers
Yet here I am, nonetheless
Feeling my cold loneliness
That’s what I get for knowing your touch
Four in the morning, your cheek I brush
But tonight is spent not at your side
Restless and wishing you were my bride
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December Rose 
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