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Ben
I love you, I know and deep
down you must also.
Though I never show it, to
me your love is of pure opium,
And your kiss of oxygen that
I can not do without.
The hurt when you are gone
and the way I feel
When looking into your eyes,
travelling the depths of your soul,
Saying a million words without
a trace of sound lets me know.
To be without you is to be
without a smile,
An endless misery, a dullness
on my bright life.
You and I are forever, past
love, into obsession.
No paper could do it justice.
by : Annabel
from United Kingdom |