this want of you
by alice
the want of you is like no other thing
it smites my soul with a sudden weakening
it binds my being with a wreath of rue
this want of you
it flashes on me with the waking sun
it creeps upon me when the day is done
it hammers at my heart the whole night through
this want of you
it sighs within me with the misty skies
oh, all the day within my heart it cries
old as your absence yet, each moment new
this want of you
mad with demand and aching with despair
it leaps within my hearrt and you are where?
god had forgotten or he never knew
this want of you
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
