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Not as Lovely as.... |
Not as lovely as you; this spring of fragrant flowers; No warmer than the sun this feeling of desire that shares my heart and fogs my senses; Not as kind as you; the words that say we care. Three words that say we know; when all else is in confusion. You are to me as is this drum that beats inside and counts the days of golden spring that you and I have shared. You are with me as is this golden day; and that both might some day be a memory is regret that no man should suffer; and so that you know, with my last breath I would say," forever". |