Friday, March 6, 2020
Longing
what I most crave,
to have thee now,
so sweetly sing
mine name thee love.
I long thee, dear,
as river longs,
as water waits,
a seeking deer.
my blood thine drink,
my place by thee,
'till dawn be dusked,
'till we do sink.
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