It is not the day I love
But the night that lies behind her
Whose soft shadows fill with lust
Whose touch rekindles fires
It is not the memories I've come for
But the future I wish to take home
Whose sweet songs are the cure
Who introduces the unknown
It is not the heart I love
But the soul by which it's guided
Whose candle never melts
'Til I fall asleep in her bed.
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