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The world stands quiet,
And sleeps and dreams,
While I stay,
Lingering awake.
The night drags on,
I know that I shall not taste sleep,
Until the light of day.
Melts the night away.
This deep ceded desire,
This yearning,
This fire,
Is what kindles the insomnia.
My treasure,
My peace my relief,
Does not lay in my sleep,
Nor will I get rest,
Until this void is filled.
It is the passion,
Of my loved stricken heart,
That keeps me awake,
As the world sleeps.
Awake with this fire,

This inferno.
One slight of her hand,
One word from her mouth,
One kiss from her lips,
Would extinguish this fire,
And would give me peace.
Relief does not lay in sleep,
It lies in her,
In my love,
My beautiful,
>Angel.