To thee Fairest

To thee fairest of all
I lay confused on this bed
And why this is, I know not
I stare up the ceilings
To find answers to my voidness
And alas; I find none
Maybe, I find many selfish;
Alone in this game of love
But then my senses are undisturbed
Though I think of thee always
A blowing wind on the fields
Reminds me of thee
A singing Nightingale
Tells me all about thee
But then my senses are unperturbed
I let my senses stray
But then they all stray to thee
If it be I have fallen
Let it be I fall for thee fairest

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