From exile, with love...

And in these very dark days that pass me by,
although miles there be uncounted that do us deny;
there is yet something, some spark, some magic untold,
that makes me feel you right here in my hold;

'cause those words you say are not that, just words,
they my darling bring our souls together, our world;
it was passion, it was kisses, it was our bodies back then,
it is words, beautiful words, that manifest the same love just yet.

So let the magic transcend those miles,
and let the power connect us in our exiles;
and the darkness shall lift, and the miles shall be fathomed,
one day my love, that day is certain to come.
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