Writing poetry was not my thing, for you my love every bit of my heart had to sing.
Love, Passion, Heartbreak
I have loved you without a reason beyond the limits of common sense and I have named you as my precious, my dream and my hope. And I have loved you in every poem that I have wrote and I have longed for you to read all the words that have pondered in my heart for I am nothing without you nothing but a perished soul.
Feathery dust everywhere surrounds me and as I breathe it in I breathe the scent of your skin, O' thee I am lovesick and homeless ~
Love, Passion, Longing
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