Tell her she was my muse
The one whose name I could use
The one whose face I could never confuse
The one whose love I would never abuse
Tell her she was my world
Even before she spoke I heard her words
Though they were faint they cut like a sword
Yet I'd be fine if she were to be my reward
Tell her she made me cry
The very day we said goodbye
I could see all but splinters in my eyes
And my heart became a throttled isle
Tell her I'd have held her hand
Even when the world had let her down
Only if she'd let go of her frown
To possess my lonely heart's crown
Tell her I write from a town far away
And that what she did wasn't fair
Tell her that I loved her from miles away
Tell her o winds of love, tell her.
©augustine
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