I love you, though it pains,
And the pain to me shows
Exalted mountains, expansive plains
Where once I chose
To lie, somnambular and closed.
Love had led me to love;
Dreams had led me to dreams;
We arrived at a sheltered cove
Where supernal reams
Of strife stretched earthly seams.
O, how long the days do last
When a day a day can only be!
My love, I forsake a guided past!
It is your needle through me
That stitches the strands of eternity.
Written on Sunday, April 24th, 2004
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