I ask the impossible:
love me forever.
Love me when all desire is gone.
When rage fills you & has no name:
love me, love me, love me.
Love me when you're bored,
when every woman you see is more beautiful than the last,
love me as you always have, not as admirer or judge,
but with the compassion you save for yourself for your solitude.
Love me withered as you loved me new.
Love me as if I were forever
and I, will make the impossible a simple act, by loving you, loving you as only I can do!
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