I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new
moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises,
but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my
broken heart are so small that they could be passed
through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun
misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its
light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your
absence has banished me to. I next compete in the
city of Paris, I will find it empty and in the winter if
you are not there. Hope guides me, that is what gets
me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you're gone from my sight, it will not
be the last time that I look upon you...
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