I want you back now that
you're gone.
My heart's a pit no love can fill.
I stumble through my days of stone
Bereft of joy, bereft of will. I could not tell myself I loved
You as I did for fear of pain.
Far easier not to be moved,
Than moved to love, and hurt again. How stupid! I loved anyway,
And now the blame is all my own.
Please rescue me, this torture stay,
And for my sin I will atone. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use. Audio and Video Music: E Minor Prelude.
By Frederic Chopin. Music free to use at YouTube.
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