Thy dearest Hamlet, I feel as if my
pulse may cease and suddenly I'll die.
You are the wind beneath my wings, and I,
With out you know that I now can not fly.
How tis the sun still shining every day?
Or how hath birds still sing your song today?
You've left me in an unfair, confused way.
All there's to do now is reminisce and pray,
that one day you will cavort back to me,
and love me til day's dawn and endlessly.
Hamlet, dearest one that I truly love,
To me you hath been sent by God above.
Like Apollo adores melodic keys,
Your doting heart shall only long for me.
Now dear, why do you prove me wrong this night?
My heart is torn now how shall I sleep tight?
Gather your senses love and come hither,
loving and wanting nothing more but me.
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