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nyghts that I have suffered this mortal life, in all the nyghts that I
have waited for death to come for Me, never have I ever loved anoth-
er. Only you have I loved. And now, still, do I love you.

It is not for My Kind to cry, and yet I pray thee know, My most pre-
cious love, there are tears in My eyes. Nestled in the corner where only
I can see them. Nestled in the gray emptiness of My eyes, as I cherish
and covet every word you ever spoke to Me. And yet do they burn
and cut Me to the depth of the darkness that long ago, before My first
breath was drawn, took from Me My soul.

Anguish speaks not the sadness that now burdens Me. I pray the rayn
come soon that I might walk beneath the veil of her longing and lose
My tears to her.

Were you here before Me, My love, I would lay My forehead upon
your feet and there would I ask for your forgiveness. I cannot undo
what I have done – the blindness that now My eyes can see. It is your
forgiveness I seek more than I seek to live another day. Upon all that I
am I beg thee now know that I could never turn away from you again
any more than I could put My love for you to death. With all the long-
ing that suffers O/our distance, I pray thee, most precious love, come
back to Me………..”

And then it rayned.

Still falls the rayn.
As black as a thousand silent tears.
As anguished as the heart that cannot cry.
As barren as eyes that have no tears to give to the nyght.
As cold and as still as death itself.

Still falls the rayn.
As black as a thousand tears left to die alone and forgotten.

As pained as the heart that knows no release.
As wounded as the tear that cannot cry.
As cold and as still as death itself.

Now I lay me down to sleep...................................

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