We are inseparable, you and i. Don't know when it happened, don't know how long it's going to last for, but for the present we are paired. So what if there are distances as long as the table between us, there's still a passion that keeps us together.
You reach out for me, lift me up...touch me, touch my soul...
Your nimble fingers guide me to empty spaces waiting to be filled, filled with words - deep, evocative, full of love and tenderness - filled with a testimony of the good times we've had, the intimacy translated into verses of immortality... With you, i can keep going on and on; with you, i can face the worst and still create something beautiful out of it...
The page is full. You stop. The immortality has come to an end. The cup of love is empty. The tenderness, abandoned.
You set me aside. Replace me with someone else. Someone with as much ink as i had before.
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someone is getting very philosophical...hmmm
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