It cries out for thee
I cleave unto you
Like a leaf upon a tree
Return to me oh husband
From this conflict of men
I will wait for you fathfully
Until I see your loving face
To hold your hand in mine
Nothing can replace
The brightest star will shine
It is in rememberance of you
I hold this dear to me
You are my first though each day
And my last thought at night
In highest light of apogee
~Moses~
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