In these bootless days of pondering this

My heart lays dormant and still in my chest

Like the hand on a clock, not at it’s best

Waiting for my prince enveloped in bliss

Rays of sunshine, oh how I reminisce

Left alone as if by some mental test  

The memories of them being oppressed

Weighing me down towards a bleak abyss

Yet, i’faith, I know the return betimes

Underlying the darkness beacons to

Hope eternal, fulfillment awaiting

Conclusion of a pining starts to chime

Shouting to save me from agony, adieu

My heart satisfied, accelerating

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