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What is the Point?

What is the point of waiting for your love
When my heart is aching to let you know
But my mind dares not break its silence
And you continue to keep your cool distance? 

What is the point of playing the game
When you pretend not to know me still
You call me “Hi” instead of my real name
And I dare not ask what you really feel? 

What is the point of going with existence
If it is without you standing by my side
Taking care of ills, enjoying each stride
Living life to the full in all its exuberance?

There would be a point in my dark state
If Jezebel walked through the city gate
And mend my stilled heart with her solace
As you take me into your warm embrace.

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