My heart is farmished, it hungers. 
My tongue craves to taste, it hunts. 
Show me the carcass of love, I’ll reach, 
The remnants of its throne, I’ll feed. 

But the cries of love are loud and deep 
From distance, its echoes are of grief. 
Hearts shed tears at the pains of love, 
Feels true the saying, “pain is love.” 

Though, I feel not delight nor disdain. 
I feel neither joy nor pain. 
For the heavens that spread over my head, 
Are of life and not the dead. 

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Heaven is the emblem of my hope, 
The home to the visions of my soul, 
That at last, the echo of love will come, 
And the broken melody, will find its rythm.