Thoughts of you illuminate my spirit
Never a flicker of flame but with
Arching bolts which strike with force
that disturb my equilibrium.
My mind races as waves of passion flush over
My pale skin causing me to gaze upon visions
Of impossible romantic possibilities.
Pathetic is the woman who anticipates the
True rhythm of love with a man she may never hold.
My imagined discourse of thoughts leave me suffering
As my lips quiver with the words I shall never speak
to his: "I have loved you more than anybody in this world."
Never a flicker of flame but with
Arching bolts which strike with force
that disturb my equilibrium.
My mind races as waves of passion flush over
My pale skin causing me to gaze upon visions
Of impossible romantic possibilities.
Pathetic is the woman who anticipates the
True rhythm of love with a man she may never hold.
My imagined discourse of thoughts leave me suffering
As my lips quiver with the words I shall never speak
to his: "I have loved you more than anybody in this world."
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