Presence

In the hustling crowd of the cities,

The dancing lights of the night,

The swinging leaves of the trees,

The salty winds of the seas,

The calming waves of the oceans,

The transforming illusion of the magician,

The crazy art of the mad-men,

The hallucinating of a lover;

I long for your presence

I seek a life without regret,

I want your love from within,

I pray for your affection to bloom,

I would take you in my arms,

Crush your emotions with my soul;

A soul so numb it makes the devil ache for more.

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