Yearnings


I wanted more
You wanted less
I saw the gore
As you played my heart's chess

Now as we dine on the Moore
I'm now feeling breathless
Looking at what you wore
As I sit on the bench in a dress

Oh! Behold
Be thou unto me
The one I yearn to hold
And not the one to flee...

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