What untimely sorrow will I meet?
As I fret for the arrival
Of affections returned
I fear every pulse in the night
Like the cries of death embodied
Meant to rob me, of the bloom of her voice
I’d stave off the rampage of fate
To no avail
For a second to bask
In love reconvened

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