How can I think of losing you;
Who wants to lose his life, it is true:
You're in my heart, you're my love;
To send this to you, I find no dove.
Even so, I am saying this aloud;
Although to hear it, you're not about.
If only some how you could hear this;
If by some magic you receive my kiss.
And in my heart, you'll be mine forever;
Even if you'll know my feelings, never.
It's not your fault you wont ever know;
I'm frightened, you might say no...
Then there wont be any hope of you left;
So in life for me, what'll be left?
dated: 11/08/1978.
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