No'ne hurts more than people unloved
Save people, in dreams, who're accepted
When image in thought of you do move
Me to tears of gladness unrested
To your ghost guarded in mind's attic
I 'xcuse my boo-hoo not that mature -
"Sorry to be melodramatic.
Love is, I s'pose, just that by nature"
Soon's I, defeated, apologize
A light leaks in 'n' inner days start
Long last love breathes when, recognized,
I do not love you with all my heart
It's straightforward now what's left to do
With what you've done or not, I'll call you,
In need of rest from woe and weary,
"Dearest friend," my love in theory.
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