All the sleep I've lost
as restless thoughts
make me toss... and toss...
I have a picture that I drew
just for you,
that I never could give you
When I see your face, I smile,
and then cry,
or try to hold it inside
The embrace still waits
at the gate,
I remember the date
A promised kiss
full of bliss
patiently sits on my lips
Empty hands go deep
in pockets to weep,
the price of love is steep
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