Love,
too much of you is toxic,
too less of you melancholic,
in moderation, we exchange,
some glances, some missings,
some moments, some memories.
Do not pour out your love to the brim.
Preserve some in the reservoir of
'times when I need you the most'.
Let's call it secret-sacred-love,
for this love, is precious and the purest.
But what if
'when I need you the most' is
never going to come?
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