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I love you. More and more, each day.
I look for you, in my memories. To have something pleasant, to think about.
I feel for your touch, when I sleep. I call out your name. Just to have it, on the tip of my tongue. Your (V), captures me, feeds me, and gives me strength. You are, the red-eye flight, of passion. And I, your only passenger. We are two. Working to become one. Each day, brings a new love and a new poem.
Which is why. I love you, more and more, each day.
I feel for your touch, when I sleep. I call out your name. Just to have it, on the tip of my tongue. Your (V), captures me, feeds me, and gives me strength. You are, the red-eye flight, of passion. And I, your only passenger. We are two. Working to become one. Each day, brings a new love and a new poem.
Which is why. I love you, more and more, each day.
Published 2nd Feb 2017
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