In the last moments before I fall asleep,
my mind reaches out beyond its normal confines;
across the continent and the sea, it flies to you,
upon a chance eastward draft.
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and in those moments, I consider
just how lucky I am to have you.
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though my words are plain and unadorned,
my love for you is deep rooted and eternal.
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Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?...
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?...


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