I love you for the way you're,
Please don't ever change,
I just want to hold your hands,
Can't tolerate when you are afar.
I'm not a pessimist like Conrad,
Yet my eyes feel like dying,
When they miss your beauty,
Which is akin to a naive bud.
I love you because you're my breath,
Parting's impossible, I'd rather embrace death.
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