Love's like oxygen
It does not have to be pure...
Lady Wind, through rustling leaves,
where she doth blow, they go...
What is love?
A strong feeling of fondness...
In my childhood I spoke freely,
saying, Mommy, I love you...
Hear me, O Lord,
Incline Your ear to the voice of one who loves...
The cursor blinks
Incessantly...
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Maybe finding someone to share everything with is not the point. |
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I needed you like the desert needs rain, to fill the cracks on the surface and nourish the deep soil. |
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I am not a stranger |