Woe's me, Dear Lord! Dear Lord, o' woe's me!
Why have I, so exceedingly, so miserably, failed to say?
That which pleads! Imparts! Declares! Proclaims to thee! ?
Attempts will be made, to explain in haste, and without delay.
An aching heart, weak, and weary again,
Intentions in earnest, valiant, and true.
But to suppress time? ! An exercise, futile, and vain.
For once more, the sun has set, on a day not spent with you!
Oh, dark, mysterious night, refreshing, and cool.
Oh countless stars, majestic, expansive and daunting.
Oh lift this dire dread! Free my ignoble soul!
Free it from a burden, so loathsome, so colossal and haunting.
Where o' where, in this wide world so huge and immense!
Can one, adequately, find words that will brilliantly convey,
such wondrous emotions, that so, so perfectly express,
the love, I feel for you, on this, lonely, lost day?
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