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by Jack Oct 5, 2011 category : Love, romance / secret love
You are the Warmth herself; The very first fire. I cannot stand the bitter nights, Longing for my desire. I am afar from the other, To whom affection means none. Yet you have already fallen, O what have you done! Though enamored of you, All that I do is dart. You are like forbidden honey, How shameful my fervent heart.