Love exists as a single-born entity,

Residing only within my breast.

I want nothing more than her everlasting,

Yet received nothing but the scraps of her present.

Fearsome aloneness resides,

As I drift into delusion.

I feel her form within my arms,

But hold nothing of substance.

In her company I am but a beast,

Begging attention from my negligent mistress.

My pride is forsaken,

To receive a brief contact.

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