Sleepy Poetry

Somehow I always find you

Whether I am awake or asleep

You have burned your image in me

An ever growing want, burning need

To feel your skin, to taste your lips

To hear your sweet voice,

Such a sweet, sweet sorrow our love is.

So delicate and yet so strong

We defeat every reason to belong.

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