The day grows
long, before even the dawn, and my heart reaches for you
still.
I long for your embrace, want to touch your face, and
take the place of your medicine pill.
Your ailing body
quakes, your beautiful heart breaks, and where is your silvery
knight?
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Shuffling papers
unending, his travels still pending, not even able to
fight.
I know you care, and understand that my heart is
there, and look up at the cloudy dome.
But your strength and
above, a refusal to shove, makes me yearn more for home.
I'm
sorry I'm not there, We both know it's not fair, and patience is at
best unbound.
But your heart pulls me on, from here I'll be
gone, no longer lost but
found.
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