About the Poem
A woman standing on a cliff, wishing for her love to be with her. She feels and knows that this is half her soul.
|by White Rayven|
My wizard is gone.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
I miss him nightly,
I hear his whispers of love on the wind,
feel his warm embrace on sleepless nights,
hear his laughter in the trees.
Oh, why must we be apart?
Why can't I be with you?
I need the other part of
my soul to be complete.
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