That clouds my soul
Of unknown grief--
Despairing.
What loneliness
I've come to know
With more still ever--
Looming.
Much have I heard,
The joy of love,
A constant ache--
Burning.
"Love is worth it,"
I hear oft said
Its presence here--
Comforting.
Absence of love
That is worse still
Life's deepest desire--
Yearning.
Look up and see
Oh downcast soul.
Love reaches for you--
Hoping.
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