Longing

Though you lack the spark in Lena’s embrace

And I don’t crave the warmth of your kiss

My thoughts still burn in a feverish haze

Entangled in night's misty abyss

Though you vex me, like none ever could

As if longing should take too much strain

You slip past my lashes, just as you would

And sink into pillows again

Still, you weave me into your braid

And I let you, unafraid

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