Lady Eleanor.
You don't visit anymore.
I miss your sweet perfumed smell.
Without your presence my life is hell.
Lady Eleanor.
No longer you knock on my front door.
My bed is cold without you.
My feelings sad and coloured blue.
Lady Eleanor.
I feel empty deep to my soulful core.
No longer the early birds do sing.
As i lie awake waiting for happiness from you to bring.
Lady Eleanor.
From my heart sadness does monsoonly pour.
For you I'll wait for evermore.
My lover my queen my lady Eleanor.
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Author:
Wallace (
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Comments1
Wallace - I really like this. Won't pretend to know your specific underlying context, but this for me reminds me of when my inner muse disappears. Like a massive hole in my soul is gone and everything I experience is missing the context I once knew.
Great write!
Thank you.
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