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The Day is Long without You

The day is long without you; dawn ‘til dusk,

With pleas and cries, I waste another morn;

But little you saw in me without scorn;

My heart at your feet, you despise my musk.

In jungles one fears the elephant’s tusk;

Here, scared of your rejection; my forlorn,

Which I can’t seem to sound out through this horn;

This sadness I hide, safe beneath this husk;

This shakes me so. For you! I must show still

Happiness to all those who are around;

So might I, with hopes turning deathly ill,

Have the strength to give love and to astound;

I still plead to cupid, to cease to fill,

Love for you, already I have a mound.