You warmthed me for a meager time.
You could not ardor me lasting.
You gave me blithesome.
And yield my phantoms sung.
You loved me for an hour.
Unless merely with your eyes.
Your lips could not snare by a upheaval or through suprise.
Your mouth that I reminisce with a sprint of abrupt twinge.
As one's retain starlight of roses after rain.
Out of the world of laughter.
Suddenly I'am dejected say and night.
Its importune me the loved I never had.
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