So near to you and yet so far,
A paradox of truest form.
That fate should strive to ease our pain
Would be a wish and nothing more.
My eye beholds a beauteous jewel,
An emerald men could not deny.
And yet my eye doth turn away,
Blinded by a topaz fire.
This topaz fire, it burns inside,
Occludes even Persephone.
My vision drawn towards this sun,
It steals my very soul away.
My soul has gone to be with thee,
Resides no longer in myself.
For love’s two loves apart must be
But while we are I’ll never rest.
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