Love comes to many.
But none see it as I do.
For them its such a pitiy,
for they'll never love as I do.
To love this way is a curse and a blessing.
The blessing makes it worth while.
For love that has been tested,
is the only kind able to,
make you truely smile.
There are no words to explain this,
no voice to tell you how.
A being can feel this way
and still breath in and out.
How do I keep my heart beating
on this constant adranaline rush?
For this wonderful feeling will keep being
till ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
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