My heart painfully aches and twists,
I know you are not to me bound,
That you aren't anyones loyal hellhound.
I don't want you to disappear into the mists.
Again and again my head insists,
against my heart that something special was found,
I was bewitched and dumbfound,
I shall cherish everything like Fortuna's gifts.
As an old saying goes,
what you love shall be set free
with heavy heart I admit,
I question what I for myself chose.
Am I really to harvest the fruit of this tree?
With my whole heart to you I comit.
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Sanity Sanity
Poesíacollection of poems of a too young person to be dealing with this kind of things
