My life is not a boring one at all
Nor do I lack for entertaining things
To do or hear. The evenings do not pall,
Nor middays drag; my world at all times brings
New joy and new excitement to my sight,
And every day is quickened with new glee.
I am in no way in some sort of plight;
There is no reason you should pity me
Except that when you're gone, despite this good
I still feel emptied of a greater bliss;
For in your presence I have been, and stood
Then in a glory that I now still miss.
My life is happy, but with you it's more
So when you leave, I still must miss you sore.
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