Self Love I
I don't dare to part
With the sole idea that keeps me sane.
The idea that someday,
Sometime,
You could love me.
For now,
You will have your free will,
Your charming ways.
I shant stop loving you,
For as soon as I do,
I know I shall be dead.
Love forges my soul,
Crafted by none other than Hephaestus himself.
The heat of the passion
For loving.
And who better to love,
Than I?
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