Silent Seas

This night, I think in you
While lights shine through the trees
And a feverish pain
Is cooled by an April breeze.

Many faults I possess
And I am hard to please;
You may never understand
Me in all of my degrees.

And even while I think in you
With a dark moon dancing in the trees,
A melting pain
Is cooled by a soft breeze.

What words are left that I could seize?
Words toss and churn like foaming seas.

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