Haunted


I am haunted by the most beautiful,
Deepest, darkest eyes of sorrow.
How could such a lovely lady,
Come to possess such sadness?
Oh, how I long to hold your hands,
And look deep inside those eyes,
To a land where your love exists,
And your happiness runs free with the wind.

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