I've been gone for so long
Trapped in a wooden underworld.
Only for my blood to boil
And to escape from my soiled bed.
I've come back for one person
No one or nothing else matters.

To hold her in my arms,
Was my death.
To kiss her tender lips,
It was my burial.
For my head to swell with thoughts of her, was my passion.
To be without her,
Was my awakening.

I've returned to hold her always,
To kiss her forever,
To think of her always,
To be with her forever.

March 27, 2003
 
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