I love you not for your
Own love, but for the love
Of my love. Tell me, if your
Name is love, than your
Name is boiling in me, calling
You the owner to fuse and
Form a bond of silver and gold.
Yet, you stand and act as if
There is nothing that needs you
In it's presence. You know me:
Yet, you don't know the
Love I have for you.
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