Lost

If I were to have just one wish,
I'd wish for just one careful kiss
Upon my lips-chapped though they be,
Oh, Sorrow! That you can't love me.

A softer silence settles fears,
That you have been gone many years.
Yet all my love stays in my chest
For you, my love. Until I rest.

Perhaps you were not 'the one'
But from my heart you have not gone.
Oh why! Oh why! Is love so cruel?
Why over my poor heart you rule?

This poem is about: 
Me

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