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Of where you go – where you find

Yourself, I think that you should know

Just how much this means.


No matter who, no matter,

When, no matter how,

(No matter, no) I will always

Love you. Always, all ways—


If you find your heart broken,

Make me your stitch, make me

Mend you together, as you have mended

Me, as you have sown, up, as you told me, as I held

You, as I fell, deep, into it. Your eyes.


(No matter, no) how I find myself,

Or where, or when, or (even) what I am in,

Despite it all, (despite it all) I will – always

And all ways – love everything, have loved, anything

That you were, are, or become.

If, in the end, separation (by death even) is

What stops me from getting (having) needing

(loving) wanting (treasuring) holding (becoming) you, then

It was not meant. Though as I in your eyes look, I find myself

A celestial world, a new world, entire.


For you are my friend, my life (my love),

You strive for best (while I catch

up) and are who you can be (while I

attempt myself) – I

cannot see it with anyone else,

anyone different, anyone (no one)

who (certainly) is the one (the only)

who is (and always will be) the one I love;

always and all ways.


If I could only give it to you (my heart)

If only you would understand

The depths

Of my


Of your love, the drug

The essence, of which addiction

Has set itself upon my heart.


Sickness (some call it love) is the weirdness;

The closeness; the entirety that (in perpetuity)

Is you:

You are all that I have ever (or will ever) long for.

You are the sweetest flower (the humblest bee),

The cutest moon (the brightest sun) the darkest night

(the sharpest ray) in which you may never

Understand, just truly, how much,

You are

And always will be

The one (the only) for me;

The one, the one, the one,

I love: always, and all ways.

My secret love

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My secret love is amazing
His hugs are so warm
But his kisses are hot like fire blazing
My secret love knows just wat to say
Just when I’m in a bad mood
He knows how to make my day
My secret love pleasures me in unexplainable ways
His touch is delicate when he wants it to be
But most of the time he is harsh just like hay
My secret love has a smile so cute
When i see it he makes me melt
Just like a sugar cube
His eyes are so mesmirizing
That when i see him
I can feel on my lips
That a smile is rising
My secret love is unfortunately not out often
Because its hiding under arguments and hatred
Just like a body in a coffin

Waiting For You My Love!

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I don’t know how to write

She taught me how to write…

I don’t know how to sing

She taught me how to sing…

I don’t know how to dance

She taught me how to dance…

I don’t know how to live

She taught me to live and made my life lively…

I don’t know how to love

She showed me true love and made my life colorful…

Now she left me…life took a miserable turn…

The person who taught me…

to write,

to sing,

to dance,

to live,

to love  … forgot to teach me how to live a life without her

and now I am all alone again.

It all ended before it began…

Just waiting for some miracle to happen …

Waiting for my love to come back…

Waiting For My Love

Waiting For My Love by Letting Go of Control