Dim crescent-lit nights,
Glorious full moon long hours,
I miss my Daphne.
Who will understand,
Who can fathom my heartache,
Who has a heart now?
The summer gust shakes,
And sweat pours down famished leaves,
So thirsty my soul!
Love is marvellous,
But without beloved Daphne,
Love is a deep wound.
The owls hoot as eve',
Cackles wildly, banshee-like,
Daphne -- My best dream!
It's lovely Emmenay. And I
It's lovely Emmenay. And I think that I can fathom your heartache... :\
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