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Peradventure, words cannot express how much I love thou.
Everyone beseeches that thou is not real,
Nay. I wish that thou break with me the fact that you love me to?
Marry; I do not try to touch lest this is a love that I will never feel.
The black spikes symbolize all thy pain,
And with thy dark tresses of hair,
Withal all these questions how can I counterfeit sane?
Are you real? If nay, my heart is afar repair.
It hurts to say, but thy is beyond perfection.
I peer at your flawless favor to only scar my own heart.
I grow cold as I stare at deep, unwavering wounds in my own reflection.
If thou are alive, than why must we part?
I ask God, where can I find thou, and why does my heart ache so?
Youve been blind withal pain, for he was never there. Your heart was your only foe.
