I can see you when I close my eyes, in that unsure arena of black.
I pray that he gives to you what I couldn't, what I lack.
Your movements were slow yet noticeable and existent,
Though invisible to your eyes, my love remains live and persistent.
A blessing for the taking, but the blessed was not for me to take
I was merely the bearer and emissary of heartache.
I tried and I cried, but I failed then I bailed,
The worries and concern left me nailed and my passion veiled.
The next time that I see you, the affinity not denied,
The first time that I see you with arms open wide.
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