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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Inhaled at the age of innocence, with a breath that lies between stars, with immortal depths that have no ending as my lungs forever expand, Exhalation has become unachievable, due to the obstruction of faith of a boy for his very first dream, Chest heaving as a heart aches, Is love a tree or the deepest ocean? My breath or my reason for holding? The questions unanswered since the dawn of man and emotion alike, Thus the bittersweet conclusion appears that love equals the two, Yet how does such beauty create a pain that suffers from insomnia? Expendable only to a few torn souls who have breathed the sweet intoxication of love, and caressed the linger of its enticing aroma, and suffered the sting of its departure, Leaving hearts which cannot withstand the agony, to exhale affection for everything in its entirety, crushing the hope of such youths, yet this warning takes nothing from its appeal, For to breathe love, is to touch enchantment, As romance itself in but a breathe shared between two spirits rewarded for persistence, With the risk of being proven fallible, which leads to tears and pain entwined, Must we not embrace the risk as reward? For those as myself, who answered "no" are condemned to the most fragile breathing, For each breath hurts like the last One love, one lost, one breath in all, Breathing her in as if she has become the last breath of oxygen in my life, For she has, she has become my only, due to a choice made for the perfect love, Yet my painful irony has become, breathing and loving, with each one, keeping the agony of the other alive forever
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