i try to love you harder with each passing day.lord knows it is not easy to chase a sun that is so determined to set.still i hold you dearly in the confines of my heart.
a young lovers yearn, you resonate in my sadness some days you are my sadness; other days, just an unusual smile in the form of a passerby onward to a new town.what makes love stop? what makes it go?meant to be are those,who do not wander far but who wander enough to know there is no bed softer than a lover's chest,no lips more welcoming than the one waiting at
the dinner table with cold food.
no matter the unwashed clothes,
or bad hair or troublesome life,
that reek you and cover you, i hope you know
i suffer through it all too,
because what you are,
is what i am.
if you are here,so am i.if you are gone,so am i.i do not simply share myself, not any more b at least.
i relinquish this soul,
no less than that, each time i say
i love you.
because what is love?
if not me becoming yours.
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