I walk alone for fear of exposure.
Though I am silently searching for her over and over.
I am still a Nomad, a heartless organ doner.
Finding her will send me to the white cliffs of Dover.
She may as well jump with me because my love will deem her life over.
I can run marathons, climb mountains, for others I'm a super nova.
But for myself I am weak and its only I I cannot conquer.
I am trying to fight it and permit my hearts full disclosure.
But my knife continues to infiltrate deeper and closer,
Into my heart that when find her I know will one day loath her
Maybe one day she'll follow my trail of blood holding a four leaf clover
If she is brave enough to walk that way, my respect she shall have and my life I shall owe her.
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