I bid you not farewell, for in so doing I'd crucify my heart, crushed by your palm. "Exchange of heats" was never just exchange, For never did I glimpse yours, and to have The honor of possessing would be more Than I could ever dream of one who's learned To mask the feelings that he knows are Truth, To write of love he's lost, then roll his eyes. But any life with you is life enough, Were I to lose your ears, your eyes, I know I'd suffer so much more than with the loss Of your soft touch alone, though I will not Soon lose the memory of your breath on mine.
Reason for writing:
same.Birth sign: Libra
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