Sans Toi
I rise each morning with anticipation of your arrival…
Such ardor leaves poor chances of revival…
Sans toi…
I set each evening exhausted with grief…
Along with prayers grasping to belief…
Sans toi…
Weakness is a trait; my heart’s heart will reject…
Love’s pressure leaves the brightest effect…
Sans toi…
-Madamchryzl-
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
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