Your chill brought me fever,
Inflamed is my brain,
I’ve lack of you.
I cried you a river,
But all was in vain:
Still lack of you.
My cells are dissolving
And life comes to end
For lack of you.
The problem’s not solving,
I can hardly stand
This lack of you.
A doctor won’t help me,
A healer can’t treat
For lack of you.
Who can only save me,
But whom I won’t meet,
My darling, is you.
A Lack of You
© Copyright: Бедный Юрик, 2008
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