At the foundation loneliness was laid.
With lights extinguished and sounds of tick-toc
Though unintentional, a price is paid
Waiting for love with eyes on the clock
Even today, in the wee dark hours
At the time when eyelids should be closed shut
The man still suffers persistent Powers
His body with love longing to be touched
My late night companions quiet, darkness
are joined by uncertainty and friend fear
The desire to be loved constantly with no rest
Has brought to the eye an arrested tear
Then, were thoughts of weary lamentations
Today, occasioned by conversations
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