Your image, my heart it cannot appease,
Like you, it knows not how to blush and tease.
Your image...
I speak, it stays silent, a world unseen,
Embrace it, and still, it remains serene.
What solace can it bring, if it cannot grieve?
Your image...
These eyes are frozen, while yours held such grace,
These hands are timid, those arms knew embrace.
A shadow, it cannot serve my soul's plea,
Your image...
These lips, I cannot give them my own fire,
This hair, I cannot hold it, though I desire.
The tangled nights, it cannot set them free,
Your image...
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