the autumn air is now filled only with you,
not much do i know, but feel for you i do,
where to direct this feeling i have inside,
silently waiting for only you to arrive,
with just your whisper my heart would sing,
to only yours does mine wish to cling,
dreams of you cast so far beyond measure,
with you in every one, infinite treasure,
even if wander i must without ever your kiss,
forever you will remain, as my hearts, last wish.
by Nathaniel Adam Briggs - Heart Complaints
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