To -- - Poem by Joseph Rambeaut
Why must it hurt so much
that I cannot make you mine?
for you belong to another,
far from my embrace,
it is there you dream of your lover,
while i dream of you,
only to have them crushed
then cast into the empty abyss
that sits in place of my heart,
just remember one thing in you life of new found happiness:
I shall ALWAYS love you,
even if you dont feel the same.
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