Love Potion Number Nine
My thoughts of thee
Equal an ocean measured by tears
And all of death measured by fears
My want of thee the sum
Of grains of sand under the sea
The leaves of every living tree
My dreams of thee
More than stars the eyes can see
More than blades of grass that be
My breath having purpose each one
More than raindrops or rays of sun
More than the winning of each heart won
Every beat of my heart
Is a mission for you
Every second I'm near a dream come true
When you die then I'll die
Because there is simply no way
I'll torture myself living without you
Copyright © The Situation | Year Posted 2013
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