Love Is Daunting
K.N. Lee
Love is daunting
On the best of days
His love his haunting
In many ways
There's much to explore
Sweet kisses
Warm hugs
And I yearn for more
Wretched loneliness
Creeps in and lingers
With cold fingers
I trace his name
On fogged windows
And embrace the pain
No one knows
If he'll return
I hope he knows
His memory burns
Into my soul
Settled in so deep
That his voice
Awakens me
From my sleep
Love is daunting
On the best of days
His love is haunting
And in my heart
It stays
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