Where are you?
Where have you laid your fair brow down to to sleep?
Do your eyes look upon me when you dream?
Do you hold me close and embrace me when the veil of slumber falls upon you? Do we walk hand and hand through a misty veil among dim hills, looking into a starry sky? Do we once again feel the warmth of each other's bodies pressed close against a chill wind? Do we stand together on the shore, gazing into the darkened sea, the salt air filling our lungs and quickening our skin? Do we sit in a cafe, enjoying the faire set before us, anticipating what will follow? When you awaken, do you yearn for me, M'Lady? Do your thoughts wander to me in odd moments? Do your white arms and soft lips still yearn for my touch? Do you miss the timber of my voice? Do you wonder what may have been had our choices been sounder, our hearts wiser?
Do you miss me, Little Goddess?
Do you still wear Tuberose?

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