Hello my darling little love, and how are you? , I ask.
I find that it's just slightly hard for me to stay on task.
Your face invades my every dream, both waking and asleep,
and though I know you are the same, this silence you still keep.
Why, my love, do you not search these eyes, so unlike yours?
You cause me to spend every moment fighting silent wars
Do I love you more than you so very much love me?
And, if so, how is that wrong? what horror would that be?
I do not doubt the way you feel, the words you softly speak.
I fear the way your actions fall, opposed to how I think.
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