Your phantom flame,
sears my skin,
I cry out,
feeling the pain within
It's like your here,
keeping me warm
my whimpers drowned out,
by the fierce April storm
Again, I think of you,
this time gentle and chaste,
so slow and soft,
an unfamiliar taste
I murmur your name,
to the empty air,
wishing once again,
that you would somehow be there
Cause these feelings make me ache,
a velvet rope burn,
tying me up tightly,
forcing me to learn
that you'll see me when you will,
not when i want,
my master, my gaurdian,
my ever only one
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