I'll become old looking for you
Beneath every stone i'll search
For your loving scent
I'll endure the torture of the sun
And embrace the romance of the wind
Till my eye tears no more can shed
And my troubled soul rest in haven

In my heart lies a vacum
Which no one can fill save you
Let all damsel gems of the world
Merge to form a mighty gem
Never will their musky scent fill
The vaccum of my throbing heart

Until into your caring arms I rest
My head on your lovely breast
I shall feel pain no more
For your embrace is enough a shroud
In the bossom of the night when
The sun finally bow to the moon

Author's Notes/Comments: 

An endless search for love

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