My heart longs to be whole , For what thing can truly exsist without being whole, Yet in what why can I truly be whole without that of love, Love,my true passion yet my total pain, Tis that of love who's shackles restrict me from true happiness, Yet I have found that who holds the key to these cursed restaints, But tis your choice, Do you believe that you can free me, Or are you truly reluctant from making such a choice of that to feel what happiness I can truly give to one of such beauty.
Reason for writing:
The pain my heart feels actually trying to think that I will one day be with my true love (Amanda).
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