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Love is like music to ones soul, however, it's much literary too.

If I spent much of my time peeking inside your mind, I could write a book from cover to cover.

You are the book that I hold closest to my heart, each and every day.

You are filled with hope and substance, and I'm wrapped in ribbons of loneliness as you walk me towards the cusp of here & now.

Here, is the turning point of accepting your flaws as I'm riddled with the same flaws.

Some days, I see so much of me, in you, that I can't help buy recoil.

How could it be possible that you and I carry the same traits, both negative & positive ?

The cup we share is not empty, no matter how many times I pour the love you have for me out.

There are days that I long to walk with you through the wildflowers, inhaling the combination of the scent that lingers on the soft breeze that invade us

And then, there are days where I can't seem to find the panacea to soothe the absence of you, in my life.

I love you, even if you hate me, for loving you fiercely.