I see the sun stream through the window,
and cascade upon your hair -
like some Goddess lain before me,
but you...
you are not there.

I hold your hand each early morning,
whisper words meant just for you -
like a child you sleep before me -
a dream...
I must review.

I watch your face such gentle beauty -
feel your breath upon my ear
like some flame you burn before me -
so far...
yet oh so near.

I see your eyes which open widely,
hear you speak for me my names -
like some wife you wake before me -
my mind...
plays cruel games.

I know your love is freely given,
put before me, clean and bare -
like some Goddess waiting for me -
but you...
you are not there.

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