‘Tis only the drum of the rain that beats
Upon the panes of the window in yonder room
As the heat of summer presses on and meets
The stillness of the ever encroaching gloom.
My heart doth cry in silence for thee
To return to both my sight and bed
So that you might always with me be
Until my heart no longer fills with dread.
I miss thee as I miss the sun and light of day
Will thou not return so that joy will be mine?
I cannot do this thing alone and cannot stay
Without thee beside me in each moment of time.
With haste, return to me, my heart doth cry
Or take me with you, for without you I shall die.
About the Creator
Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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