Wandering Essence
My love of another, possessed by the one simple soul I cannot have.
So touching is the way I think of you, a constant flame
Burning in my thoughts.
Emptiness lingers on, as the days pass by,
That I know you will not see a little further.
My heart flickers at the sound of your voice, and I'm fulfilled at the
Sight of you. Obviousness is never known, for I fear to let it show.
Worries are diminished at the feel of your touch,
Panic with the softness of your kiss. Take care in your demeanor,
For you hold my happiness, my hopes, my heart.
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