You...
You came, I found peace,
Gradually an affection,
Then the source of my joys,
As you instantly ensnared
My wandering thoughts.
Me...
Who am I really to you?
Perhaps a passing fancy?
Who vanishes in your view,
As I fill the gaping void,
In your dream and fantasy.
You and me...
Wrapped in shimmering heat,
How long could the warmth,
In our heart truly lasts,
Would it just be a matter
Of some measured moments?
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