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Why must I climb ten thousand hills To glimpse the joy in you; Whilst all you do is smile thus, And I my knees, fall to. Why must the stars blaze duly on To echo once your mirth Whilst you walk in heedlessness And ne'er conceive your worth Why must I live in outward guise To grant you amity Whilst all my dreams you occupy And evoke calamity

The gentle fog which mars the skies Dost gently  lift within her gaze As light with which my eyes now see Seeks to hide, to fall, to flee. Her gentle touch, her smooth caress Reveal the heart, its shattered folds They leave it not, in want or need But lift it up whate'er the deed. And though his heart may ne'er return Her arms release their loving hold Release their grasp, their only task That he at last remove his mask.

The beauty in the emerald sea, As old, as wise, as grand chablis. Molten graves of ardour lost Show liquid fire on rings embossed; Fleeting steel on wisps of light, Beneath the moon in skies of night. Yet from them not aseity. From its folds, how could it be? Their limpid crystal consciousness, Reveal within some agelessness. Some greater purpose there contrived: Now taunts us all, to dare derive.

And as she turned and walked the other way, the axis of his world ceased to spin. The earth stood still and silent before him as every ounce of his being was spent on holding together the few fragile pieces of what he could only assume was his heart. As tears welled up within his eyes, like dew drops in the morning light, he swallowed tightly knowing that any moment the world would be put back into motion and he must not reveal his impuissance. He loved her. He had to prove that now. All is well this day in time All except these crying eyes She doesn't know How could she care How much it tears me up inside So now it's his job to step aw