You have managed to reduce me down to nothing more than an statistic.
A notch in your belt.
I promised myself that I wouldn't let this happen again.
Obviously I have failed.
Why do I allow myself to fall for you?
Why is it that every time I see your smile I melt?
I look in to your dark eyes and drown in the flood of your presence.
I had convinced myself that you were gone.
That our chance meetings had ended.
The happenstance of this situation is becoming more than my feeble mind can withstand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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