To burn in thine love,
is my heartly pleasure,
to be spurn in your disdain,
is its only measure,
will hit you back like a wave each time,
when you throw me back like a rock,
just stay,
just stay still in my arms, dreams, thoughts, desires,
be the watery mirage which I chase,
far, never near, to seek you is my faith.
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