The night draws to a close
My chalice is almost empty
My heart heart is heated
with thoughts of you
A look, A word
A touch, A sigh
All coming together
with the rising sun
My chalice drained
My soul calling for you
Sunlight hurting my tired eyes
My body craving your touch
Your name on my lips
as i lay here
in dawns early light
My eyes close
Images of you
drifting before me
My last conscious thought
is of you
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