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I plough my heart, and water it with rain;
Your absence burns the fields where dreams would run.
Your presence cools the fever and the pain,
And lights my soul with warmth beneath the sun.
Desire scorches like a blazing flame;
Yet love revives where shadowed soil lies still.
Through drought of longing, every wound grows tame,
And blossoms rise on life's unyielding hill.
This frozen world contains your warming light;
My breath collides with ice and smoky skies.
Yet even here, I softly speak your might,
And watch my tears reflect the morning-rise.
Through love's bright fields, my spirit lifts and sings,
And gathers joy that true devotion brings. |
