Love
I ache the time we are apart.
The movement of my life relies on you as a pendulum. The seconds seem like
minutes the minutes seem like days. I long for just a touch just a fragment of
yourself. I die within embraces and am reborn within your arms. Blinded by your
silhouette burned upon my lips. My fear is that you will learn my true
intentions. My heart beats not without your love to guide it. A picture's worth
a thousand words so a thought of you is a scrapbook.
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