I love you so much that it hurts
and it doesn't change a thing
not where the sun sets, nor
where it rises, nor where
the new day begins and
it will begin again,
inexorably, and I
hate it, I hate it
so much
there's nothing I can do
to change the rhythm of
seasons and love, I can
only wait till your words
come again - may it be
soon, my love...
Just For You
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