I HAVE GONE TO THE RUINS...

I HAVE GONE TO THE RUINS

AND COME BACK WITH ART

The agony of the absentee,

One and one and one is three.

And the arrival of the darkest season

Brings me to this solitude. Reason

With my eager child, proud,

And capturing this woman. Vowed

That I could love her,just as he

Could love me, just as she �

I long to see the light and

Lay beside her through the night,

Wrapped up warm beneath her hair �

A blanket, I shall slumber there.

To bridge three thousand miles, a kiss

I ask of you, please grant me this.

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