The Sun Will Never Set

As I wait in ruin,
through a dangerous love I've witnessed,
the sun will never set.
The warmth of its rays stun me like your very body heat.
The sweat of my brow becomes a distant memory.
It sits in the corner of a corridor in the mind
and moves ever so keenly with every beat my heart makes.
Hold me in your arms,
I plead for your presence.

A melancholy feeling guided me to this well of aches--
the aches and pains of a heart malnourished, neglected, and afraid.
Cherish the woes
and cherish happy tales of a love once overflowing with pride:
a tear for every story,
a tear for every lonely endeavor,
a tear for each day I wait.
For now I am quite sure,
the sun will never set.

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