When nothing makes sense
The thought of him draws me in deeper
He is my muse
My deep emotion
He is the one, the only one
I could deeply crave
I never knew longing until I met him
I never knew pain, deep heart rending pain
Until I loved him
And I never knew faith
Until he looked into my eyes
Beauty is only true when he calls me it
When he calls me or says my name
When the phone rings I transcend into nothing
Everything dims and I see nothing but his face
I hear nothing but his voice
I want nothing but him.
My very soul caves in at the thought of him
NH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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