to die in luv is luv's way to live forever...
to last for all time as claimed by an other...
truly defining the everlasting truth of being held in ones heart...
never to end before eyes that possess the design of a work of art...
feeling the moment of beginnings through with no end...
having the magic soak in to the texture of the touch creating a life long friend...
to be who no other will ever come to replace...
as one in a pair of individuals having to need of wants met witness to expressions displayed upon the face...
long live is the thrill of emotion wanting to reason with passion so vibrantly distinguished...
knowing there's no walking away for infinity is the comfort in the imagination so the depths shared will not once be missed...
dripping from eyes isn't an option until the fatal day of separation takes away the physical contact...
for a chance to respond n act out words meant on other levels of desires calling to state the facts...
together in ways there is no other to fill the void that comes in time of one or the other will find fate first...
holding on to the one person that gives everything so much more purpose in the middle of worth...
feeling the upmost respect to simply caal a truce...
the dream of truths...
to last for all time as claimed by an other...
truly defining the everlasting truth of being held in ones heart...
never to end before eyes that possess the design of a work of art...
feeling the moment of beginnings through with no end...
having the magic soak in to the texture of the touch creating a life long friend...
to be who no other will ever come to replace...
as one in a pair of individuals having to need of wants met witness to expressions displayed upon the face...
long live is the thrill of emotion wanting to reason with passion so vibrantly distinguished...
knowing there's no walking away for infinity is the comfort in the imagination so the depths shared will not once be missed...
dripping from eyes isn't an option until the fatal day of separation takes away the physical contact...
for a chance to respond n act out words meant on other levels of desires calling to state the facts...
together in ways there is no other to fill the void that comes in time of one or the other will find fate first...
holding on to the one person that gives everything so much more purpose in the middle of worth...
feeling the upmost respect to simply caal a truce...
the dream of truths...
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