Oh, Gentle One, softest hands on my cheeks, thumbs catching the tears of anguish that fall at their own will; Don't leave before you tell me why your leaving. Don't go until you've told me the tale that sends you away from me; Eyes I can see myself in, mirrors that reflect the goodness you see... there is no one like you on this planet or any other...that I knew you... that I held you...that I kissed you that I was allowed to exist beside you... If I could thank your creator, I would But instead I can only watch you leave.
Reason for writing:
Speaks for itself.
Birth sign: Aries
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