Your gaze fell upon me
Like the first ray of morn
That washes away the inky night
And gladdens the forlorn.
Not me.
Forlorn I am, accustomed to be,
Night my trusted friend.
The face of Day once seared my heart
With pain beyond amend.
I wish you'd not looked my way,
Not returned to me
The light that took me years to lose.
Leave me and darkness be.
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