Wherever I go,
Whatever I'm doing,
24/7,
I'm thinking about you,
So much that
It's almost a crime,
Such a scary thing,
This thing called love,
So many words,
Compacted
Into just three words
Frustration,
Adoration,
Jealousy,
And endlessly more
All because of you,
It's almost laughable,
It's like when
You have a fever,
It's so hot,
Always so dizzy,
A touch of your skin,
So much love,
LOVE LOVE LOVE,
I almost die every time
Touch,
Death,
And
Resurrect,
Yes, EVERY
SINGLE TIME,
I resurrect
To give and receive this
whatever-it's-called
With you
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