From Klareborgsgatan Up

When your warmth leaves me
What will I see?
Illuminated by morning light
As you ought to be
With softest skin and sharpest edge
But not with me

 

To gaze into those long-lashed eyes
Of warmest blue
And be shown your deepest adoration
In that rhytmic way you do
What is it that you hide in there?
I never knew

 
Soon you will be gone from here
Across the deep
I’ll try my best, in silence
Not to weep
You are what I will dream of
Before I sleep

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