I say your name like a prayer,
As the priest in a temple will,
In your absence I make you in air,
The sound holy, my eyes spilled,
To stain you a touch,
I find a boon too much,
Never has one seen,
Vault of heaven bow to the sea,
But when you do unto me,
Perplexed, I run out of sight,
That such a being seeks me,
I tremble and gasp in fright.
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