Ámelune

Hey

Even in your quiet absence, you consume my mind with thoughts of you…
          
          I was making some warm cinnamon tea to help me focus on studying literature, and that’s take me to a manors when I remembered how myَ demon once told me:
          “I didn’t need to drink something like cinnamon by his side to feel warm, because I was the warmth itself when I was with him”.

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          I never imagined that the obstacle standing in the way of the love of my life would be my own family.
          
          What is my fault in all this?
          

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          and when you far away, I still feel it all the samé “.

 even if my family doesn’t agree to be with you , I will not give up. 
          I will love you until my last breath. 
          Until I meet you again, this heart will keep beating with love for you. My body will belong only to you, and these eyes will not rest except in your hands.
          
          I promise you, my eternal soulmate.

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          To be a writer means to possess words you cannot speak, words that ache simply because they shall never be understood upon the first telling, no matter how earnestly you try..

          This kind of love between me and my angelic demon  can only be divine love, it can only be the love of the world and universe and not earth, we're unearthly love, this love is out of this world, the stars know of our love, and even the heavens know ...
          

Make me dance in your arms  betwen  heaven and death .. 

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          ididn't realize myself until I started crying hysterically, my heart was beating painfully for him...
          
          -my tears  written bý "dead poets society " .

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