Absence of beauty

On unrequited love...

When you are absent

Your beauty grows

When I cannot see you

Jealousy follows

When you are not here

I feel the hole

When you do not reply

It hurts my soul

When will you return

I miss you

This candle I burn

Til I can kiss you

When I see you again

I'll talk of your beauty

Vulnerable I will remain

So my love you can see

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