Meus Deus

I grow tired of these solitary days

that pass by without entertainment

but for a longing, painful thought of you.

My heart has become a yawning hole,

swallowing all that is given

without thought of returning a single thing.

All these faces are useless to me.

Yours is the company I seek;

yours are the arms I am longing for.

No lips, no hearts, no eyes can equal yours.

You are mine, but where are you?

Far from me, of course,

for are not all things lovely far away?

And surely the most loveliest of things are the farthest.

This life is an agony when we are apart.

I pray we may be united again soon.

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A more angst-filled poem for my love. I'm missing her dearly.
Line 13 is partially derived from one of Edgar Allen Poe's works. Have to give him credit.
"Meus Deus" means "My God" in latin, by the by.