I’d hold you close if I knew where you are
Or how to read the sky to reach a star,
But with empty arms I must stand alone
Searching my dream in every bazaar.
The face I sigh over is yet unknown
And I know not her name to weep and moan,
But I still have my own paths to pursue
During which I cannot her absence groan
And wail in worthless heaps; that will not do.
Solitude must not this lone heart subdue,
It must polish until without falter
It shines more brightly than the stellar crew:
A burning sacrifice on the altar
To the One Whose love shall never alter.
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