Sans Toi

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-

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