Average Rating 0.00 (0 votes) You must login to vote To the Love of the Forlorn Traveler Though I may travel to locations far And make new places my home Always will you have my heart For distance it shall never know. In constancy my hands will be want For your most soothing touch, And your precious face will forever haunt My aching eyes each month. But these things I can endure; It is my heart that yearns most of all For its sweet, beautiful captor. And so yours it shall be, come fall. Despair not when I myself am far away, For with you my heart will always stay.

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