It is not your glow dear lamp of the
night,
but your tidal draw upon my mind that
keeps me from my rest.
You have made of me a lunatic.
Driven me into the night to howl with
the dogs.
The hair upon my neck bristles, sweat
drips from my brow.
My breath quickens along with the beat
of my heart.
How can you in such beauty deliver so
much trouble?
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