My Love toward you grows strong,
With each day of your absents.
Several weeks my eyes have been blinded
Of the sight of my Muze.
But ever seeing is the vision,
My heart fails always to forget.
Which for that i am always grateful
Come to me, My Muze,
My Love, My Amanda.
Show yourself and bring back the light,
The outlet of my soul.

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