Aware of his existense around
My heart is filled with pains again
I cannot steak a claim for his love
And this is giving me an aching heart
I cannot accept an illicit affair
Nor settle for a second best
It's you I have always longed for
You with the countenance of Jesus
This loneliness is killing me slowly
A tree once proud and filled with beauty
Now a weak sickly old woman
Will seeing you again cure me?
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