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The Despair of My UnWorthy Love

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...Love must be the desire to sit along beside you and hold your hand forever. The need to grasp you tightly and never let go. Your soft, warm body against mine, I’d protect you from the world…

A seeking of tenderness, your soft fingers curled into a tight embrace formed by our hands, and my unwandering gaze directed into your sweet spacious eyes. Time drifting like a leaf floats down from a tree…

But in truth, here I sit, tears drifting daintily from my cheeks, filtered red with anguish, wishing that you’d come and love me as well…

I beg of you…

touch my heart,

And set. me. free.





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