A desiring heart, a needing eye.
A touch of your hand, a kiss goodbye.
The feeling of love, the words so sweet.
A loving look, being swept off my feet.
All memories and desires held deep within.
A passion to want to finally win.
To win your heart, your love, your mind.
To let you see love so kind.
This burning flame that yearns for you.
A longing hope of what I want to do.
But the memory is fading, all too fast.
And you start to see that past is past.
The desire is there, but the flame has died.
The last tears have finally been cried.
Your wants you don’t always achieve.
A breathtaking breath you do not breathe.
These desires you want slowly fade.
They cut away blade by blade.
For these fires are not always true.
After all… I don’t have you.
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