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Longing
Longing
I fear not curses, threats, or blows
Aimed at me by my countless foes.
My skin ~ my heart as well ~ has scarred
O'er time, like armour tempered hard.
But lo! The wounds caused by a friend
Are much more difficult to mend.
Oh how I long for one who'll be
A good and faithful friend to me ~
Who'll not my fragile trust betray
Or break my heart and walk away.
If it be fated; if I find
That special one I keep in mind,
To her, I'll fast my life devote
And on her tender kindness dote.
Then we'll ~ together ~ boldly face
The sorrows of this earthly place.
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