Though you may doubt, I’ve always thought of you
For where I’ve roamed, your visage followed me,
Whether at sea or on yon mountains blue
Your smile a rainbow of felicity.
By evening fire I felt you by my side,
Eyes closed to restful sleep, I saw you there,
No place I’ve gone on this great world and wide
Did my lone soul not pine to have you near.
Sweet love seems both a blessing and a curse,
A feather light and yet a heavy stone
To raise us up when we are at our worst
Or bring us down in loneliness undone.
By sense alone these actions speak of love,
For if not so what argument disproves?

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