If love were the word
That had to be written
My pen would have run out
But luckily
Love is the air
That keeps on blowing
I may not be
Your first lover
Your first kiss
or your first love
But I want to be
your last
If I collect the happy moments in my life
They will not be able to match
The beautiful time
I spent with you
When we love
Our feelings will feel fear, fear of loss, fear of separation and fear of sharing
How beautiful it would be
If you met a heart
That never demands anything from you
Except to the extent of wanting to see you in good condition
About the Creator
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My heart, forever yours to keep
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Unnoticed, the clock struck into the next day. Before my eyes, as midnight came and went, the words on the pages over which I poured blurred together. Meaningless under my over-tired gaze, they looped around themselves, slowly winding lines of text twisting themselves into knots as I watched, barely awake enough to do more than notice the change.
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