Sinking hope.

It is in your eyes of stars that I fell…
It is in your soul of light I want to dwell…
With a head that burnt and heart that hurt…
It is leagues better than living dead…
Seize the day I heard it once said…
But got seized by the charm of your flower bed…
In my attempt to follow what I once heard…
Pain lurks in the shade of my garden shed…
Where we once sat drinking tea and eating bread…
With sinking hope I tread a road of dread… 
Does she think of me as she had once did…
Will she come to me as she had fled…

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