A heart hath not ached, as mine for thee. Not in longing, nor in ponder... But through thought, that hath plagued mind and soul profoundly. A burden of words floating in emptiness and darkness in a cold room filled with nothingness. Oh how I wonder what loving eyes presume... When one hath not seen thy soul. Of words uttered "Thy eyes are thus windows to thy soul" but that' s all they are.
Words.
I implore thee, establish thy meaning to me.
Words.
For eye hath not seen a comforting gaze, thy longing love and pondering thoughts that palgue my soul during the morning hours watch. For heart hath not ached for any lovers touch, when eyes hath not loved they souls windows much. Is Love not birthed through the eyes of another?
Yet, for me. Would thy Established Love be birthed through words uttered through the sound of thy loving voice? A song so sweetly sung, for a lover without sight.
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Epiphany
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