Oh King of Romance,
How it must hurt you in your longing for your bride.
How you must yearn to hear but a single word from her lips.
How you must burn with a desire to just sit by her side, to hold her close.
How you must wait for a glance and what that glance must do.
How hard it must be waiting for the moment where you can be reunited again.
How much restraint you must hold.
Oh King of Romance,
I weep for you, as I weep for me.
For truly, you have made Man in your image
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