I sit here thinking,
my heartache is a numbing pain,
a sword in my stone heart;
only you can remove it.
You are the One,
my Prince,
my Passion,
my Love.
My thoughts fly upon
champaign bubbles;
as they burst,
I long for your company
as I stare at the empty glass...
~~Fiddler 12/03/2001
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