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I love you.
And my hope is you love me too.
Like I hope for rain, or a sky of blue.
And so, I fear you
And what you may do
Unknown to me like the deep ocean blue.
Yet I still yearn, and feel how I feel
Like a tall fire, burning real
Hot to the touch, but warm from afar
My selfish cares must remain ajar
Yet due to the pain of a burn on the hand
Could I perhaps begin to understand
The way you are and the way I am
The roots of my mind and where this began
I could grow from the pain and be set free
Standing taller and freer, a wondrous tree
Being something I thought I could not be
Perhaps by you, but surely by me
With my understanding I come to trust
Like I would, the sun, to come after dusk
For I have learned the things I must
And learn, I will, at my next cusp
And so now, I choose to love once more
I risk the pain from the ones I adore
Add on to the loves that I've once bore...
To then learn it was not love before.
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