I love you…
more than my next breath;
for what purpose would breathing offer…
without you.
I want you…
more than my next morsel of food;
for what value would nourishment provide…
without you.
wrap me in your arms until forever.
oh, leave me not!
leave me not, I say…
as those before you have done!
their love fleeting…
fleeting as an intoxicating summer rose
losing its scent…
fading quickly,
after an unexpected frost.
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